Another ‘Detty’ December?

There comes another “Detty” December.
Strength spent! Energy spent!
Money spent! Emotion Spent!
Loan apps buzzing, friends and family fret and frown,
You won’t go to jail for it.

What is there to do again? Gbagam!
The bells chime softly, a distant sound,
As that special day of the year approaches.
A rush of feelings, 364 days’ worth,
In one night’s prayers, we pour our hearts’ worth.

“I can’t kill myself,” you say with a sigh,
We hope for the new year.
True talk! Your friends concur.
Resolution after resolution.
Detty, dettier, dettiest!

Don’t blow your cool off. Let’s talk real.
I wanna change. You wanna change.
Our main desire one. But paths different.
Struggle ye all year without change or range.

Will you find the codes? I will
You will. I pray thee

Code number 1: Matthew 6:33.
There God the Son hid Code One.
Death to selfishness. Alive to God.
“I love my life,” I heard you.
Your first unfound code for many years.
On the eve of New Year.
Live for Him for He already lives for you.

Code number 2: John 14:6.
The Way. The Truth. The Life.
The Way to follow in the new year.
The Truth to love and walk in.
His Life that He gives to those that believe Him.
In Him is life. And the life of the Father.

Don’t miss the codes.
No wasteful circling 365 days with extra.
Jump the shipwreck, enter the cruise.
With Jesus the Captain.
Holy Ghost the Power.
Father God the Cruise Owner.
Enter the cruise and find more codes.

Forget not! Seek Him.
Seek His righteousness.
And all other things…
Shhhhhh! You already know that!
“Lord help me?” I heard you.
He has. Would you live for Him?
Go tell it on the mountain!
I have decided to follow Jesus.
No turning back.

That’s right! Heavens erupt in joyous acclaim,
Angels rejoicing, their wings aflame.
You’re precious to Him,
Jesus, my Lord and Savior, in whom you embark.

Enter the cruise, handover your compass to Him,
You won’t need it. He is the Way
The journey is on Him.
Relax! His Guide is waiting for you.
The Holy Spirit, dispelling all fear.

And His brethren too waiting for you.
Every Sunday! Every weekday!
Where art thou? Like Adam in the garden.
Forsake not the assembly of His saints.
Go not alone in life, lost in the street,
To hardship and frustration.
Don’t waste away.
Come back to the warmth of His love,
Shed on hearts of flesh by the Holy Ghost.

Off I go! About His business,
As workmanship unto every good work.
Detty or no detty, December refrains,
A glorious season, where hope will sustain.
Join the cruise, run the race with might,
In His Spirit’s light, we’ll find our true might.

Let go of the past, let Him lead the way,
Joyous and glorious, each and every day.
More glorious years, a future so bright,
In His pursuit, we’ll find our true light.
I will pursue Him.