Around the time of orange skies and feathered songs,
I make these promises
To see the world through His eyes
To take charge of the day
To love those within my reach,
and even those who are far
To respect myself
body and soul—flesh and blood
To cherish simple joys
And find value in all things living
Not to shun foresight
Not to waste away in a daze
Not to shrivel in a tiny corner of my mind
To seize opportunities and milk them
To act on plans
And to deliver promises
All for the Creator's glory
And for peace in my soul
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