THIS YEAR IS YOURS

By Alfred Lord Tennyson

God built and launched this year for you;   Upon the bridge you stand; 

It’s your ship, aye, your own ship,   And you are in command.

Just what the twelve months’ trip will do   Rests wholly, solely, friend with you.

Your logbook kept from day to day   My friend, what will it show?

Have you on your appointed way   Made progress, yes or no?

The log will tell, like guiding star,   The sort of captain you are.

For weal or woe this year is yours;   Your ship is on life’s sea

Your acts, as captain, must decide   Whichever it shall be.

So now in starting your trip,   Ask God to help you sail your ship.