Old Age by Maranatha! Music

Old Age
by Maranatha! Music

There is an old man
Who sits all alone in a rocking chair
But nobody knows him
It seems as if nobody cares

Sipping his tea
He's telling us stories of long ago
Back in his homeland
Back in the days of old

Oh what a pleasure to talk to the man
To hear of the spiritual race that he ran
Fellowship's more than a passing Hello
Or some worn out cliché don't you know?

Teach us teach us
To hold one another in highest regard
Even though it seems so hard

Time is at hand
He reads his last chapter then turns the page
He's watching his dreams
And life slip into old age

Oh what a pleasure to talk to the man
To hear of the spiritual race that he ran
Fellowship's more than a passing Hello
Or some worn out cliché don't you know
There's more?
There is so much more

There is an old man
Who sits all alone in a crowded church
And nobody knows him
The trouble to them he's not worth