By Terry Siverd
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.