God gives to you another year. A year of hours and days; And as you wait its unknown tasks, And face its unknown ways, Lo! every hour some treasure holds, And every day new joy unfolds
. A fragment of eternity in which to gain and give; So many days and weeks and months To love and laugh and live. What shall those minted minutes buy? How will you spend them as they fly? They came all wrapped in silver morns. That shade to golden noons, Tied round with strings of jeweled stars, or sealed with mellow moons:
If one brings cloudy skies and rain, A rainbow follows in its train. So all that comes of seeming ill And all that you deem good, Are but God's precious thoughts of love when rightly understood. Another year, all fresh and new - This is His lovely gift to you.
WRITTEN BY ANNIE JOHNSON FLINT DON says:
A beautiful poem and very relevant to me.
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