On this, a year begun afresh, anew,
I pray for Love, peace, joy, tranquility.
I do not say nor speculate my due.
‘Tis right of God to measure and to see.
Ye mean us well in Love, my Father God;
This I do know from depth of heart within.
No need, my Lord, to quell my deeds with rod,
For chasteneth was rule in time of sin.
Now do I know that innocence prevails.
My faults I take to You, and find forgiven:
Wind at my back, my boat unfurls its sails.
My course is plotted out for me in Living.
So now Ye wish me well, blessings e’er more.
Of Love I find, I need no more implore.