As long as God does not have the years

As long as God does not have the years,
as long as spirits play their games,
as long as we are tied by fears
then Satan stokes the fiery flames.
But come the morrow,
come the day,
come the new layed year
come discov’ry of the way
new change of path,
change of gear.
Come all old and faithful,
come thankful, grateful,
come failer, come successful
celebrate and cheer.
New day greets our feeble senses
new year begins its mile
and while we toy with our tenses
is, and was, and will be, smile.

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