Sandra Town Lytle
I like to spend
my New Years' eves
In solitude, in humble prayer,
In thanks for each year, as it leaves;
For one more year of God's sweet care.
Then, too, I
pray for strength, that I
Might do His will this coming year
And that I might still harder try
To be a friend to those held dear.
I've had my
years of "gaiety,"
With parties and a noisy crowd -
And emptiness inside of me
While those around me laugh too loud.
In these, my
golden years, I find
The way to end the old year right,
Which gives me joy and peace of mind
Before retiring for the night,
hours at home alone,
With music, and a book to read,
And time in prayer for love God's shown -
It's all I ask . . . and all I need.