When I can view God's mighty trees,

small sparrows, tiny birds,

my wrinkles bring back mem'ries that

are hard to put in words.

I sit close by my window sill

with wrinkled memories.

I look out as I reminisce.

Some drop me to my knees.

Yes, those I'd just as soon forget

but pleased I am with most,

Each wrinkle is a mem'ry though.

With some, I love to boast.

Now here's a very special one,

when wedding dress was worn,

and this, another perfect one,

the day my child was born.

The time my child was married off,

a sight you'd have to see,

the birth of my granddaughter too,

the day she walked to me.

This wrinkle here had really hurt -

and it is yet 'unspoken'.

It caused me many, many tears -

my heart so sadly broken.

Oh, how can people hurt so much?

It is the worst of crimes.

And down on knees I prayed and prayed

so many, many times.

It seemed that I was so alone

those many, many years.

I wept and grieved all by myself

in all my lonely tears.

Yes, time and time again I prayed.

I said life wasn't fair.

I didn't think God heard my voice.

I wasn't sure He cared.

One day with Bible in my lap,

I started reading when,

a verse had stuck; was thirty-one

in Matthew, chapter ten.

Oh, I have mem'ry wrinkles, sure,

from small to deepest one,

but every day brings greater joy -

when shines, God's morning sun.

When I can view God's mighty trees,

small sparrows, tiny birds,

my wrinkles bring back mem'ries that

are hard to put in words.