Musing On The Works Of The Lord

Psalms 143
4 ....my heart within me is desolate.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

The nice thing about growing old, and tired....you get to look back, you've got perspective, and you see the futility of earthly life. You also see the wonder that is our Lord.

More From Psalms 143
7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.