Ten years have passed, where did they go?

The clock is in high gear.

You'd think ten years would go by slow.

I'm aging fast, yet have no fear.

Though being young was lots of fun,

I find I've lost my energy;

I'm content to walk, for I can't run.

Especially with this new knee.

I work each day, but play out quick,

'Tween goals and doing there is a gap;

Garden and yard give me a kick,

But soon I must go take a nap.

It's great to have the grandkids come,

I love them, and they love me,

They shout and play and jump and run,

I stand in awe—such energy!

I still can serve, and make my mark,

Callings by scores I've held in truth;

I'm serving now as patriarch,

Never again to serve with youth.

The grandkids number 56,

Yet the family's still not done;

Numbers like that make others sick,

But the world needs them—every one.

The thing that makes my mind inflate,

And makes me feel such disbelief,

Is knowing I'm a grampa great:

That tree'll soon add a seventh leaf.

The world is in a downward spin,

It's becoming quite a spiral;

The thing that'll stop the mess we're in,

Is to make the Church go viral.

Will I be here when Jesus comes?

Will I be here when He appears?

I'm still going strong, and I'm not done:

We'll tune back in in 10 more years.