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Another year has come and gone,
And what do I have to show?
I pause to reflect and wonder -
Oh, where does the fleeting time go?
The passing years are now history;
I cannot recapture those days.
Do I dwell on the past - or the future?
Is my life but an obscure haze?
The years roll by - one by one,
A time I can ne'er reclaim.
God has given me abundant talents
To glorify and exalt His name.
Have I done my very best, I muse,
With charity toward my fellow man?
Have I used the time God has given
To do the best I can?
"Do unto others," says the Golden Rule,
"As you'd have them do unto you."
A new beginning for a happy New Year;
A simple rule the whole year through.
    Submitted by Otis Rainwater

Drifting With The Wind
Riding across the prairie,
The saddle is my home.
I'm happy and carefree,
And as I jog along
I sing a carefree song,
For nothing ever worries me.
I'm drifting with the wind
As I ride across the plain.
It matters not to me at all
If there is sunshine or rain.
The dust may blow wherever I go,
But that don't worry me.
'Tho I'm alone wherever I roam
I'm as happy as I can be;
Like a tumbleweed I roll along,
I'm as free as the wind,
Here today, tomorrow gone.
Drifting, ever drifting with the wind.
        by Thomas Howard

Praise You, O Lord
Praise you o' Lord for your love,
Praise you o'Lord for your love.
I bow down before you, my Savior and King,
Praise you o'Lord for your love.
You came as a child from our Father God
And we give thanks for your birth.
You've shown us how to live each day,
We praise you as you reign o'er the earth.
        By David Craig