 By James H. Cagle |
I greet in a moment an open threshold,
The birthing of an unblemished year;
Unfurrowed by heartache, or sorrow,
Undisturbed by a single bitter tear.
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It’s a span of time that God’s allotted,
A priceless gift which I’ll use each day;
Through which I’ll sow the seeds that I choose,
In my words and actions along the way.
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But e’er I step through this golden threshold,
And a nonreturnable moment is spent,
I must first firmly close the door to my past,
To grasp this New Year with pure intent.
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I’ve closed the year from which I’ve emerged;
For its sealed record I cannot change.
I must not look back and dwell on the past;
If this year’s to be different and bring in change.
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I am resolved therefore that I will sow,
The much needed seeds of hope and cheer.
And should some shadow fall across my path,
I’ll continue my quest through pain or tears.
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And I am resolved, beginning today
That, regardless of what each day may send,
I’ll walk in obedience to God’s holy Word,
That His grace and blessings I may apprehend.
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When what’s before me has become my past,
And each opportunity God gave me is gone,
Then my words and deeds that are recorded,
Will cause me to rejoice when this account I own?
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The year has begun and speeds swiftly to a close,
And very soon it will be spent and gone,
So I must step forth and be busy about my task,
Amidst so many others, on a path I walk alone.
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This New Year is untouched by mistakes or regret.
It’s fresh and unstained by rebellion or sin.
I’ll take my Friend’s hand, that’s outstretched to me,
On this new journey that, today, I begin.
