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HAVE YOU A NEW DAY FOR ME?
“Have you a new day for me, dear Master? I’ve spoiled this one.” He took my day, all soiled and blotted and gave me a new one all unspotted

I went to the throne with a trembling heart;
the day was done.
“Have you a new day for me, dear Master?
I’ve spoiled this one.”
He took my day, all soiled and blotted
and gave me a new one all unspotted.
And into my tired heart he cried,
“Do better now, my child.”


An extract of a poem penned by an anonymous poet, who perfectly captured the thought I have been nursing lately.
So I personalize the phrases,
Have you a new year for me master? I have spoiled this one, He took all my soiled years and gave me another year, and He whispered; be better now my Son. The yesterdays of life is heaping up, behind me is a lot days lived, well sometimes or trivial at times. A new leaf is given, a brand new chance Do better now, My Child


My years, like a pages turning
My days, like a shadow passing
My Faith, like a plant growing
My heart, like a river flowing
My convictions like a pillar towering

Plus One
A joy of adding year to my life, my days in the barns are depleting, the balance of my day slimming. Time must be leaking way faster than I want to believe and soon my life will be in a yellow leaf. Plus one of wisdom, stability, consistency and honour. Plus one of care, love and Faith. Although year subtracting I have intact joy within, this life is but a bridge to eternity. This year I start in hope of the goodness of the Lord

The Soiled and Blotted Years
Am not the one-year old, my texture of Innocent bruised is so badly. The days loaned to me I spent in the pool of indulgence. Years of I spent in vanity heaps behind me, then I took another clean leaf, the desire to turn a new leaf was interrupted by the charms that had waited me outside the city, and passions that invaded from within. I traded the pearls with gravels, unwisely soiling my years. I was far too easily satisfied and far too easily enticed. So I remembered the Prodigal Father, I crawled home totally out of shape, my soiled years He took, His heart in extravagant compassion reached to me. I went to the Throne quivering and I left confident in the goodness of the Lord.


Unspotted Years
I am glad the story doesn't end in the Soiled and Blotted years, He took my soiled years and He gave me a new one all unspotted. It is staggering to experience this extravagance, wells of mercy that are inexhaustible. So my coming to the Throne quivering wasn’t because I might be turned down but rather I have taken way to many unspotted years, since this was not my first coming. “You can begin again, Son” the voice welcomed me to Journey through as I pick up my broken pieces scattered by the winds. Our stories don’t have to end in the trenches, the wretches don’t have to remain hopeless. The throne is still ready for applicants, wells of mercy runs deeper to be depleted by our repeated asking.


Do Better Now My Child
The giving would have been enough, yet the mercy doesn’t just stretch to a bare minimum, it floods the recipient. The heart of the father is so inviting! More than anything our Heavenly Father is interested in a relationship with us. His heart is fully involved, in his activities to us. He wants to talk with me, for I came panting for the gift and so directly requested but He was kind. I looked up, sunken guilty face upright and hope and love lit before my eyes. Journey with me in this new leaf I requested, He pat me on the back "Child, I will never leave you nor forsake you" I plunged my palm into His, All the way!


Sufficient for the day is its grace and mercy, Sufficient for the day are also it’s trouble so I soldier on. I walk conscious that I can be wise enough, by His grace I will carry on this leaf with care, I will do better now. May I not wander in the trenches of my yester-years.

I have another year all unspotted!

Gracias

1 Comment

  1. Mulama

    I’m blown by the depth of the words used here…nice read…I’m encouraged and a new day,I want to.so that I can do better

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