*Image generated with AI. December 2024

Not the treadmill’s call, nor the weights to bear,
Not hours counted in a gym’s sterile air.
This year, my soul whispers, “Seek what is true,
Turn from the fleeting; let God make you new.”

Not goals for a body chiseled in pride,
But a heart softened, with Christ as my guide.
Not a ledger of wins in the eyes of men,
But treasures eternal, beyond mortal ken.

I’ll trade the mirror’s shallow demand
For the Word’s reflection, crafted by hand.
Each line a reminder, each verse a flame,
To live and to love in Jesus’ name.

Not resolutions built on shifting sand,
But a life surrendered to His perfect plan.
To fasten my heart where His kingdom lies,
Beyond the horizon, past earthly skies.

This year, my resolve is not mine to keep,
But laid at His feet in trust, pure and deep.
Lord, shape my moments, my days, my year,
Draw me ever closer, let me hear.

Your still, small voice through the rush of time,
Your peace like a river, Your love sublime.
So I’ll leave behind what fades and decays,
And strive for You, Lord, all of my days.