Come Twenty-Ten, and bring your blank hours,
Your minutes are welcome here too.
I see your blank slate and it pleases my eye,
You're needed - there's so much up and coming to do.
May the work of my hands prove a glorious thing,
And my mouth be a wellspring so sweet.
As my Father enables and strengthens my heart,
May He fill me with grace for whomever I meet.
j.p.
