Each New Day Is a Gift

Sure each day is a gift, be it happy or sad, It’s potentially promise of what’s best in life, If it thrills to the bone, if it cuts like a knife, If you find a new friend, if you lose a comrade. It’s the chance it will rain, that the flooding will cease, That the failing will prosper, successful will share, That true faith will prove blessing, that science not err, That the faithful find answers, the wounded find peace. When a kindness to stranger finds its own reward, It’s perhaps not the time to pat self on the back? Should you really assume that you’re on the right track, Rush to check yourself out of soul’s hospital ward. When a passing car strikes a pedestrian down And an oncoming car hits the poor man again... As both cars flee the scene, please don’t just count to ten, Wash your hands of their act, let your heart be a clown. Don’t let evil take over, help love find its voice! Should your pain be the measure of friend’s true intent Or your own rash assumptions prove evil was meant? For a humane perspective is always your choice! Does our God truly love when He asks us to serve? Tell me where is real life without His gift of soul? If His children are hungry, why offer them coal? If all glory is His, why not trust He’ll preserve? Brian Johnston December 19, 2016