A year is winking out,
A year is blooming new,
Now as the day draws close my hopes from few,
Drive into many fancifully to what He'd do.

I feel so blessed to be full of time,
At such an early age - surely
This life is but a wink - but His Glory
Fills each moment with a hope and breadth,
For redemptive glory this full time is sufficient,
For redemptive glory I know my redeemer in this passing age,
And I am blessed to see the year roll on.

Another year’s past,
A large slice of 16,
With a little more pepperoni on it than previously,
Covered in the small moments and quite a few big ones too.

It had a warm tomatoey base,
Rich with family and godly brothers and sisters,
Yet it was oh so spicy,
It seems that the master chef insisted.

It was a good one,
And it appears that I am three fifths more now,
Stretched, rolled and risen in Christ,
But seriously he’s always pulling though.