Twenty years upon this earth
The latter fifteen,
Of second birth
And each day numbered with grace 
To give me legs to run this race
With toils and struggles
Blessings and gifts 
Time that pulls
And beauty that lifts 
I have known so richly deep
The blessing it is to be called a sheep

And if it is then I shall see
Twenty more come and go
I'll become who I am to be
And reap the harvest that now I sow

And twenty more I suppose shall pass
I see dimly through the looking glass
And time will slow ever fast
As I become an old man at last

And twenty more and twenty more
Heaven's gates 
With eternity in store
The fate of all washed by grace 
To see the Savior's loving face.

And twenty will seem ever small
In light of eternity's eternal ball.