These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

How a Year Is Made

It's something new of something old.
That's how a year is made.
Each hope and day, that's truly bold
was in Creation laid.

The newness of the year's first day
shows Earth's first day back when
The Lord made all by words He'd say,
so perfect without Sin.

This year is fresh with days to write,
and stories, yet untold.
Each rough draft's crafted in the sight
of He, Who plans do hold.

Blest days of spring with life once more
are blooms from what once died.
The summer heat holds crops in store.
Fall's harvest brings inside.

'Til this old year is laid to rest
'neath Time's cold, chilly ground.
This baby's cries are truly blest
as from Time's womb, unbound.

In twelve months' time from babe to sage
this year will come and go,
and HIStory will add a page
of words and deeds to know.

Please tune my heart to bring You praise,
Great Lord of Lasting Day,
and cause more of th'Elect be raised.
Our Debt You once did pay.

by Jay O’Toole
on January 1st, 2024