A Final Goodbye

So this is it
A final goodbye,
Where the old day is gone, and a new rises.
With midnight in-between, and I survived again.
I wonder why?
I hate starts and stops because I'm no good at them.

Another season passes by,
I feel the time that passed by.
I feel older once again.

This is my grievance for the past,
and me calling in the new day.
For me it's not a load drum,
but slowly with a quiet voice.

This is my quiet peace for the past,
and me stepping into full steam
I ask God for strength once again.

Thanks be to God,
Thanks be to Jesus,
God I call for a blessing.
I call for a glorious day.
What ever that may be.

The chorus of heaven are never silent.

I know this will not make sense to most people but that's the way it's going to have to be.