There is an old man in the mirror
Confused is the look on his face
Not where he thought that he’d be
Reflection of path to retrace
Things of the soul that he treasures
Mistakes in the wounds that he bears
No matter how God shows the way
Still there are things that he fears
Wisdom in stories assembled
Of God’s view the vision is clear
Time of the precious few moments
Are those which we spent in our prayer
Souls of the binding collected
Entwined in the guiding of way
Dwell in the soul of remembrance
Some still in the love of this day
Value of life in the dawning
Abundant the gifts that God shares
Gratefulness in the receiving
True joy when we bless His wares
Found in the light that we follow
Mercy of new cleans the slate
Hope of the pathway resetting
My child it’s never too late