It’s A New Day

 

 

Smell the freshness of a new day

‘Round about the dawn

When the sun is rising

And the night is gone.

 

Hear the chirping of the birds

They’re out of their nests

Hunting the early worm

Which we know is best.

 

See the first rays of the sun

Spread across the sky

As though reaching out

To the Creator on high.

 

Feel the warmth it brings

Soothing to the skin

And sense the hope of a new day

When before, hope was dim.

 

 

Taste the early morning brew

Of coffee or tea

And listen to the Jim Reeves’ tune

“Lord We Thank Thee”.

 

Note the senses in action

At the opening of a day,

An awareness of God’s majesty

Our mind alert to prayer.

 

A prayer of gratitude

From hearts full of praise,

And a hope it will be the best day

Of the rest of your days.

 

Smell and hear and see,

Feel and taste,

Thank God it’s a new day

And praise Him for His grace.

 

A new day unlike any other

It’s never been before,

Let’s give God the praise

And thank Him for one more.

 

 

A new day, yes, a new day

A privilege not a right,

Thank you, Heavenly Father,

For bringing us through the night.

 

Stewart Russell © March 2020

 

No, You Don’t

 

 

You don’t know me

Though you think you do

And you can argue all day

How long I’ve been around you.

 

You don’t see me

Though you think you do

For my life is hid with Christ in God

And yours should be too.

 

You don’t understand me

Though you think you do

And I am aware in the same way

I don’t understand you.

 

Here is a phenomenon

We should not less count:

The fact we have been washed

In the blood of the fount.

 

 

The blood of Jesus

When he was on the cross

That flowed from his broken body

For all the lost.

 

As they knew him not

You don’t know me

For that by which you measure

Is no longer my lot.

 

I have been changed

Yes, I have been born again

And I have a new name in heaven

And a new refrain.

 

I am a kingdom child

Of the Most-High God

And no longer whom you know:

That nefarious fraud.

 

It may not be obvious

And I’m speaking of my change

But believe me, even my thinking

Has been rearranged.

 

Have a chat with those

Who are closest to me

And they will tell you I’ve changed,

Most sincerely.

 

I occasionally lapse

And like a toddler I fall

But I will not wallow in sin’s muck

No, not me at all.

 

So, you think you know me

But that is in the past,

That wandering sheep you know

Did come home at last.

 

 

Don’t be a prodigal at home

And in envy burn

Because the prodigal that roamed

Has finally returned.

 

Get to know me instead

And see what God has done,

And what the Spirit is daily doing

For me in the kingdom.

 

You don’t know me

Though you think you do

And what I am saying about you

Can be said about me too.

 

Stewart Russell © April 8, 2024