“Swear to me,”
I love the line,
A smile grows on my face as I think about most Sundays in worship. Oh, I love vibrant and enthusiastic worship of young people. However, where my smile grows the widest is watching the likes of Dottie and Peggy and other 80 and 90 year olds coming to worship, often pushing their walkers.
What an honor it is to stand in the presence of these saints who labor on and worship on despite hardship and failing bodies. They stand sentinel, reminding me weekly that I can make it, that the Lord is faithful and deserves lifelong allegiance.
O, Lord God, may it be so. May I worship you till my dying breath and in that way I will go from worship this side of eternity directly into worship with all the saints in Your presence in glory. Halleluiah. Amen!