Next Year

Right on the cusp of a brand new year

Behind us things can’t change

Ahead our choice to trust or fear

The faith and doubt exchange

 

What’s gone is gone, what’s done is done

We’ll trip if we look back

What’s lost is lost, what’s won is won

It’s set us on this tack

 

We’re made of what our past has been

And what we choose to be

Headed for a future yet unseen

We’ll trust the one in three

 

Our paths may wind, with ups and downs

Storms may come and swarm

Waves will rise and some may pound

But we’ve an anchor in those storms

 

Whatever the future holds for us

We can face it hand-in-hand

With He who created the universe

And who still is in command