Countdown

Counting down days to hours, I give glory to God; For the crossover from the bondage of 2022; That came with joy,progressed with sorrow And ended with ugly scars, Of the wounds that once were sutured; Along the way,whose ways I didn't understand. I'm about to get to the bridge, That links the old to the new year; And how I pray it breaks down, Once I am on the other side, That all that transpired through this one, May not follow me to the promised land. Still,I give glory to God; For a hustler like me, Wouldn't stand a chance to the new year, Yet,helpers came along my way, Friends stood and prayed for me; Family cared so much for me; And church held my hands all the way; All this was by His grace. I'm counting down, Much as I do not know my fate; For I am not God. I plan to have a better year, With more prosperity and productivity, But I'm not the driver of my missions, I don't have that key, Expect my Father who sees the unseen, The one who lifts my soul in prayer tonight; I'm counting down into the new year, And I pray that, God sees me through it; And in all I say, May his will be done.