The horse is galloping forward on
With lithe beauty, grace and speed
Carrying good tidings this special morn
Bringing on its back a special year indeed
Waiting with trepidation in my heart
Waiting for the New Year with hope
Praying for a refreshing new start
Dear God with the present let me cope
Just as the dark and dirty past
You remove from the recesses
Of my mind which it does haunt
And the New Year’s joys it treasures
As your praise I do constantly chant
The year of the horse named Twenty Fourteen
That is to grow and flourish this year as a steed
With happiness at both ends and in between
Bring to one and all God’s blessings with Godspeed
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