Process of Aging

My body is aging,
More every day,
White hairs to show it,
Muscles that ache.

Can't stop the process,
Must then accept,
Looking in mirror,
This will attest.

Years of the blessings,
Heartaches and tears,
All mixed together,
These all appear.

Many wrong choices,
Sins bringing shame,
But then forgiven,
In Jesus' name.

One day in heaven,
Faith that I hold,
Time with no ending,
This as my hope.