Yesterday, we celebrated “Prime Time”, or Senior Adult Emphasis Day, at our church. Several people asked about the song I quoted in my message. It is titled: The Green Side of the Grass, and was written by Libby Adams. Ms. Adams’ website is: www.LibbyAllenSongs.com. This particular song is available for sale in mp3 format and can be found here: www.cdbaby/cd/libbyallen13.com; and a YouTube version is available here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dbBfXCMbH4.
THE GREEN SIDE OF THE GRASS
On the other side of fifty,
There is something you should know.
The eyesight fades, the hearing fails,
And when you sneeze, the bladder goes.
The walk becomes a shuffle,
The bathroom is now your friend,
‘Cause without a single warning,
You've got to go again.
The wrinkles in that mirror,
Just can’t be on your face,
You think a stranger’s in the house,
‘Cause your things get out of place.
Arthritis comes to visit,
Gravity takes its toll,
The list of meds is growing,
Just part of getting old.
Look on the bright side…
You’re on the green side of the grass!
You’re not six feet under;
This day is not your last!
Though there may be senior moments,
‘Cause the memory is fading fast,
At least you’re on the green side of the grass!
You wake up with the chickens,
You’re in the bed by eight.
You want your senior discount,
You worry about your weight.
You can’t be in a hurry,
Your pace is like a snail.
The highlight of the morning,
Is when you check the mail.
You eat the early bird special,
‘Cause you don’t drive at night.
And about the hair…
It’s not gray, it’s just gotten light.
You up all hours of the night,
You’ve been told that you snore,
And when your friends ask how you’re doing,
You let them know the score.
So tomorrow if you wake up,
With the pain you just can’t bear,
Lift it up to God above,
And say this simple prayer:
“Lord heal my aching body,
Help my feeble mind,
Handle all of my problems,
Slow the hands of time.
Though I look into the mirror,
And don’t like what I see,
Give me strength, Lord Jesus,
to be everything I can be.”
Look on the bright side…
You’re on the green side of the grass!
You’re not six feet under;
This day is not your last!
Though there may be senior moments,
‘Cause the memory is fading fast,
At least you’re on the green side of the grass!
One day you will be with Jesus,
And your body will be whole.
Look forward to tomorrow,
Don’t worry about getting old.
THE GREEN SIDE OF THE GRASS
On the other side of fifty,
There is something you should know.
The eyesight fades, the hearing fails,
And when you sneeze, the bladder goes.
The walk becomes a shuffle,
The bathroom is now your friend,
‘Cause without a single warning,
You've got to go again.
The wrinkles in that mirror,
Just can’t be on your face,
You think a stranger’s in the house,
‘Cause your things get out of place.
Arthritis comes to visit,
Gravity takes its toll,
The list of meds is growing,
Just part of getting old.
Look on the bright side…
You’re on the green side of the grass!
You’re not six feet under;
This day is not your last!
Though there may be senior moments,
‘Cause the memory is fading fast,
At least you’re on the green side of the grass!
You wake up with the chickens,
You’re in the bed by eight.
You want your senior discount,
You worry about your weight.
You can’t be in a hurry,
Your pace is like a snail.
The highlight of the morning,
Is when you check the mail.
You eat the early bird special,
‘Cause you don’t drive at night.
And about the hair…
It’s not gray, it’s just gotten light.
You up all hours of the night,
You’ve been told that you snore,
And when your friends ask how you’re doing,
You let them know the score.
So tomorrow if you wake up,
With the pain you just can’t bear,
Lift it up to God above,
And say this simple prayer:
“Lord heal my aching body,
Help my feeble mind,
Handle all of my problems,
Slow the hands of time.
Though I look into the mirror,
And don’t like what I see,
Give me strength, Lord Jesus,
to be everything I can be.”
Look on the bright side…
You’re on the green side of the grass!
You’re not six feet under;
This day is not your last!
Though there may be senior moments,
‘Cause the memory is fading fast,
At least you’re on the green side of the grass!
One day you will be with Jesus,
And your body will be whole.
Look forward to tomorrow,
Don’t worry about getting old.