Honestly, I feel like this day is like any other.
The sun rose this morning, set this night.
And there was never a moment You weren’t.
Always watching, always there,
always caring, always working, always proud.
Hope rises in my chest like the sun.
I am a man of words, writing and writing,
stringing them together, line after line.
Shaping them, polishing, and perfecting,
but they slip, scattering, they always fall short.
Words are too little for what I feel,
their sounds too weak, their sentences too slow.
And still I try, still I write, still I give these words.
I give words because they are all I have,
yet they can not truly show.
How grateful I am,
for You this year.
So let my faith show You!
And my heart beat for You!
Let every step and every breath, every choice,
be a prayer of gratitude,
for You next year.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 9:42 PM UTC
Honestly, I feel like this day is like any other.
The sun rose this morning, set this night.
And there was never a moment You weren’t.
Always watching, always there,
always caring, always working, always proud.
Hope rises in my chest like the sun.
I am a man of words, writing and writing,
stringing them together, line after line.
Shaping them, polishing, and perfecting,
but they slip, scattering, they always fall short.
Words are too little for what I feel,
their sounds too weak, their sentences too slow.
And still I try, still I write, still I give these words.
I give words because they are all I have,
yet they can not truly show.
How grateful I am,
for You this year.
So let my faith show You!
And my heart beat for You!
Let every step and every breath, every choice,
be a prayer of gratitude,
for You next year.