The Next 30 Years

On Monday, Lyndsay turns 25.  I am 55 and my mom is 85.  Three generations, thirty years apart.  It makes me realize how fast times flies.  My mom was my age when Dan and I married.  And 30 years from now, I will be my mom's age.

The next thirty years..... 

I lift you high in praise, my God, 

O my King! and I'll bless your name into eternity. 

I'll bless you every day, 

and keep it up from now to eternity. 

God is magnificent;

he can never be praised enough. 

There are no boundaries to his greatness. 

Generation after generation stands in awe of your work;
each one tells stories of your mighty acts. 

Your beauty and splendor have everyone talking;
I compose songs on your wonders. 

Your marvelous doings are headline news;
I could write a book full of the details of your greatness. 

The fame of your goodness spreads across the country;
your righteousness is on everyone's lips.