I AM THE NEW YEAR...

I am unused, unspotted, without blemish.

I stretch before you three hundred sixty-five days long.

I will present each day in its turn, a new leaf in the Book of Life, for you to place upon it and imprint.

It remains for you to make me what you will; if you write with firm, steady strokes, my pages will be a joy to look upon when the next New Year comes. If the pen falters, if uncertainty or doubt or sin mar the page, it will become a day to remember with pain.

I am the New Year. During each hour of the three hundred sixty-five days, I will give you sixty minutes that have never known the use of man. White and pure, I present them; it remains for you to fill them with sixty jeweled seconds of love, hope, endeavor, patience, and trust in God.

I am the New Year. I am here — but once past, I can never be recalled. Make me your best!

Author Unknown