Another year is coming soon
Anticipation mixed with doubt
For growth and knowledge there is room
My fear is that I will be found out
Its times like these that make you think
Of life, and love, and death, and pain
And as through times quicksand I sink
My lack of life and love bring shame
Even the cross sometimes is thinly veiled
Its brilliance lost with each passing day
My sin requires His grace like bounteous field
The more  I age, I see I need Him all the way.