A Poem: New YearWhisper in my ear, What this new year Will be. Tell of the hurts and hopes, The runs and ropes, For me. What will I face, Where will your grace, Set me free? Do not my, Lord, For I cannot afford, To see. For if it is known, I will seek on my own, To be; With all my might What you delight, From me; In strength only mine, Leaving you behind, To see. My trying hard, Yard by yard, Just me. In my own power, Striving hour by hour, No longer free.
I loved today’s post - especially the poem. It really spoke to me.