Heavenly Father,
At midnight,
When the old year dies,
And the new comes bounding in,
I draw strength from knowing
That in the next twelve months
The snows will go
The buds will burst
The heat will rise
The leaves will fly,
That all these things will happen
According to Your Schedule
And in Your Time;
That there is order in Your Universe,
And that I am part of it.
—Van Varner
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