I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a more fleeting year,
Already it’s fading in our rear-view mirror;
Where the days went I cannot say,
They’ve flown by on wings of rapid decay.
It started out fresh, and clean, and new,
With promise, potential, and time in view;
Our hearts soared with hope as the year began,
Sure it would bring forth our very best plan.
But then ‘twixt the start and what we see now,
Came the gravel, the rough stuff, and the ornery plow.
It’s hard work, the details of birthing a dream,
Too often we falter and simply lose steam.
The “skin” that we live in is quick to relax,
To give up the fight, call off the attacks;
We yield when we ought to be standing our ground,
Doing it “our way” brings dreams crashing ‘round.
Then, December comes, year’s end is in sight,
And we, ever hoping, turn toward the Light;
Of that first Christmas morn, two millennia ago,
When Hope was born and its’ dawn brought the glow...
Of redemption... renewal... reviving His plan,
Life everlasting – His promise to man;
“I know the thoughts that I think toward you,
Peace... good will... and Salvation too.”
Our strength is too small, we need Him to survive,
For only in Him are we truly alive;
Yielded, submissive; that’s when we’re our best,
Trusting His Word, we can pass every test.
Willing obedience always touches His heart,
Freely giving ourselves, we make a fresh start;
Old things pass away, all things become new,
With Him in control, we can now follow through!
Marjorie J. Kinnee
December 2013
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