I am a tenant of this earth, Lord,
A lucky soul to whom you have given a generous lease of life.
The rent? You’ve asked for none,
except that I have faith and live accordingly.
And so, I dedicate this year to you, Lord.
With a promise to improve in spirit, mind and body,
the run-down property that bears my name.
This year I’ll try to keep the house where I reside
as you would have me keep it –
structure firm, chambers clean, windows
shining from inside with such a light
that passersby will stop to ask,
“Who lives here?” or “Who owns this lovely place?”
and I shall tell them with a humble nod,
“I’m just a tenant here.
The owner, who deserves your praise, is God.”