Dale Lloyd

Patiently we waited; now the time is here.
We gently step into another year.
Some will meet it with a cheer,
others with a tear.

Not knowing what this New Year holds,
we hope, as always, for the best—
for peace on earth, for harmony,
for lives at last made still and rest.

And yet, reality tells another story—
a world of mess and brokenness.
Nations strain at fragile seams,
the future a most uncertain thing.

No one seems to have a plan;
it’s like we’re building on the sand.

And what if, in the coming year,
the rains come pouring down?
Will what we built remain, or fall—
a heap of ruins upon the ground?

I confess I do not know;
I do not hold the plan.
I pray a friend will find me
and reach to take my hand.

And yes, there is a Friend—
unlike all others known—
who draws nearer still
than any brother of my own.

Knowing He is leading me
dries my fearful tear;
with confidence I turn and step
into this coming year.