No New Year’s resolutions,
No fashionable fears.
No trendy ways to see the world
Or stop imagined tears.

I’ll stand upon the bedrock
Of truth that conquered all;
Defying time’s great ravages
And even death’s grey pall.

Let it transform me day by day,
Each morn my mind renew;
Guide me back to the right path
Should I begin to skew.

It points me to a higher goal,
A vision here to share
With all those now bereft of hope
And needing clear fresh air.