me being frail

I will not Die,
I will live one day,
Thus I fear the Lord.
I have grown accustomed,
to my flabby skin,
to my reciding hair line,
to my cross I bear
and
knowing the sorrow of living on earth.
To be made a new?
Tears wiped away,
To have:
ETERNAL!
Laughter and Joy,
Thus I fear the Lord.
I am told
"It will be good"
but
How can it be?
I have friends that won't believe.
I was told:
"the angels adore me,
my jokes I tell,
crack up the spirit world up"
I like telling them from
EARTH,
Thus I fear the Lord.
To know,
he is:
I AM!
and
me being frail,
and unsure,
which steps to take?
on thin ice!
depending on HIS will,
to guide me in this world,
Thus I fear the Lord.