Thanks be to you O God
that I have risen this day
To the rising of this life itself.
May it be a day of blessing,
O God of every gift,
A day of new beginnings given.
Help me to avoid every sin
And the source of every sin to forsake
And as the mist scatters
from the crest of the hills
May each ill haze clear
from my soul O God.
I wish the world could know the true meaning of apocalypse: The triumph of good over evil. The struggle of good over evil, sharing instead of greed, service instead of power, seems greater than ever. Keep watch. Maybe we are in the “end times.” God does not operate by our clock and we know not how long the “end times” will last. All we do know is that God will triumph and for that we can be thankful.