Tuesday, 6 December 2011

New Year

                   New Year

New Year takes the place of old
And as I awake to watch its birth
Gloriously the day unfolds
Its ethereal beauty upon earth.

The sombre greyness of the dawn
Is startled by the sun's first light
Whilst birds in chorus sweetly scorn
Its endless pursuit of the night.

This year though new will quickly wane
And yet another take its place
With blissful mornings, once again
The blessed gift of God's good grace.

Within my heart there burns a flame
With promise of a bright new dawn
For through His love I ascertain
The truth, that I'll again be born.

So at last I cast aside
The remnants of my tattered past
Triumphantly I'm satisfied
This bright new year is not my last.


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