Surviving old age on a low wage, A humble life upon life’s stage, Counting coins with weathered hands, Building dreams in shifting sands.
Each dollar stretched, each penny saved, Memories rich, though times enslaved, By rising costs and shrinking pay, Yet still, you face another day.
The world grows fast, but you slow down, Your wisdom far outshines the crown Of wealth and gold some strive to wear Your treasure’s found in love and care.
For though your pockets may be light, Your spirit stands, unbowed in flight, Surviving old age with grit and grace, Living with pride in every space.
A neighbor’s smile, a welcome sight, In morning’s calm or evening’s light, A friendly wave, a helping hand, That shows we share the same small land.
Through every season’s turn and tide, A neighbor stands there by your side, With kindness in the simplest way, Brightening both cloudy and clear day.
We share a fence, a street, a wall, But hearts can reach beyond them all. For neighbors, true, don’t need to roam, They make the world feel like a home.
In laughter shared or burdens eased, The bond between us never seized. A neighbor’s gift, a priceless friend, Whose care and warmth will never end.
How would I pray if silence stole my voice today, Would my heart and eyes find another way to say? God listens to my soul, not words that fill the air, For prayer is more than sounds; it’s the love I share.
If He knows my past, my future, and my day, Why then must I kneel, why do I still pray? It’s not my needs that draw His ear so near, But the love I give, the faith sincere.
God’s Light shines bright, forever strong, In silence or speech, it carries me along. My love for others, through Him, will extend, Bringing Grace and Mercy, blessing every friend.
Have the courage to your conventions, Bolstered by the strength of your faith, Stand firm in your heart’s convictions, Even when the winds berate.
For faith is a fire that burns inside, A steady flame in the darkest night, Guiding your soul where truth resides, Through shadows and doubt’s heavy fight.
Let no storm shake your foundation, Let no fear tear you apart, For the strength of your faith’s salvation Will embolden the depths of your heart.
Walk the path you know is right, With courage that never sways, For in your faith, there shines a light, That will lead you through all days.
Remember Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, In the flames of trial where faith would grow. God didn’t put out the fire that day, But sent His Son to light the way.
The heat was fierce, the flames so high, Yet they stood firm, trusting the sky. For it wasn’t the fire He sought to tame, But to show His presence, to call His name.
It's not about the fire being dimmed, But knowing who walks with you within. In every trial, in every flame, It’s Jesus beside you, just the same.
So when the heat of life draws near, Remember, you’ve nothing to fear. For it’s not the fire that defines your path, But the Savior with you, through the wrath.
In Jesus' name, Amen, we pray, He is with you, come what may.