We always knew a New Year would come,
We counted down the days, the hours, the minutes,
In unquestioning certainty
Of its raucous arrival.
And we know already,
That as long as this world remains,
Another, then another, will follow in its wake.
But the passing of the seasons,
The turning of the earth,
Offer more than moments to be marked and celebrated.
They are this world’s enduring response
To a primal command that such things should be.
God’s nature is stamped into creation’s course;
Its predictability and order, cause and effect,
A profound declaration,
Of countless divine certainties.
God’s word,
God’s truth,
God’s promise,
God’s being,
Are certain and secure,
And though our commitment to be faithful,
Might struggle to compare,
Our reliability speaks of who we are,
And who we are,
Speaks of the God we serve.