The new year rises like the morning sun,
Its golden smile whispers, a journey begun.
We mutter softly, “a fresh path is here,”
As the horizon glows, the vision is clear.
The sun climbs gently to the middle sky,
Some rest in shade, letting moments pass by.
But time keeps moving, it will never wait,
Each hour is a seed, each choice is a gate.
When Evening arrives with labor’s reward,
That's when the lazy begin their rush hour.
Dreams deferred may fade with the night,
Start now, pursue, while the day is bright.
Do not presume the last thirty days will suffice,
The curtain may fall, and demand its price.
Begin with zeal, let wisdom steer,
For the dawn is fleeting, and so is the year.
So rise with the sun, let diligence show,
Your first fruits of effort to God you owe.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 10:07 PM UTC
The new year rises like the morning sun,
Its golden smile whispers, a journey begun.
We mutter softly, “a fresh path is here,”
As the horizon glows, the vision is clear.
The sun climbs gently to the middle sky,
Some rest in shade, letting moments pass by.
But time keeps moving, it will never wait,
Each hour is a seed, each choice is a gate.
When Evening arrives with labor’s reward,
That's when the lazy begin their rush hour.
Dreams deferred may fade with the night,
Start now, pursue, while the day is bright.
Do not presume the last thirty days will suffice,
The curtain may fall, and demand its price.
Begin with zeal, let wisdom steer,
For the dawn is fleeting, and so is the year.
So rise with the sun, let diligence show,
Your first fruits of effort to God you owe.
"Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might..." — Ecclesiastes 9:10
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