by Jay O'Toole
We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
A year of many ups and downs,
a year of questions many,
a year of varied hopes and frowns,
a year of less and plenty.
A year, that makes me wipe my face
from pressures, that cause sweat.
A year of wonders, and of Grace,
of Joy about no Debt.
Goodbye to you, Dear Twenty-two.
Hello, your next of kin.
I pray, that when his months are through
the better days will win,
but when all days are passed away,
and Time is nevermore,
you'll bow before the Christ, and say,
"You are The Lasting Door."
This New Year's Eve remember Truth,
accept the Daystar Lord.
The greatest Word you've heard from youth
is He, Who is The Word.
by Jay O’Toole
on December 31st, 2022