January
January is the first month,
Eleven is what's left,
So don't let it get away;
Before you ask yourself.
What will I do with this year,
Will I do things worth while,
Or will I waste the whole year,
And not even give a sigh?
Will I do something for God,
Or will I throw my time away.
I hope that I will serve him,
In everything I do and say.
Copyright © Shirley Hyde | Year Posted 2011
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