Years have come and gone,
As each one brings hope;
The new year does dawn,
Leaving what we cope.
For some a new year,
Brings us more despair;
Causing us more fear,
Like no one does care.
We look to the new,
To end from the past;
With a point of view,
Of troubles you cast.
For where you do stand,
Feels like solid rock;
But is sinking sand,
With a backwards clock.
It keeps you in doubt,
If it is better;
A new year of draught,
Or of a red letter.
So what will it be,
A year of despair;
Or able to see,
Answers to my prayer.
Will I in the crowd,
Look up in the sky;
And see on a cloud,
Relief with a sigh.
Will it be ignored,
Of the trumpet sound;
As we see the Lord,
In being earth bound.
All is forgiven,
If we do believe;
And go to Heaven,
Salvation receive.
The past will be gone,
Just as any crime;
New life and new dawn,
In the end of time.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
