Saturday, December 29, 2012

365- a poem

Three-hundred and sixty five
More days I am alive
Each Day is a gift
Even when through wheat and tares I sift.

Three Hundred Sixty Six
Days in this leap year that God must fix
Two-thousand twelve was not my best
Somehow, better than some of the rest
Broken hearts, spirits and lives
Down a slope my spirit dives

Three Hundred Sixty-Five
Chances to be more alive
In Christ, each day is new
Forgiven for what I chose to do
I ask for wisdom, I beg for grace
Until that day when we're face to face