In the evening
when things are quiet,
And the day draws to an end;
I begin to think on tomorrow,
And wonder…what fate will send.
We'd all like to know the future,
It's just our nature, I suppose;
Guessing what tomorrow will offer,
Yet...no one really knows.
Except the one we call "Master"
Who knows the beginning and the end;
What we surely can expect of tomorrow,
Will be the mercy and love he sends.
Today...and the things there-in,
Leave us enough to worry upon;
So..let us not worry about tomorrow,
For so quickly it will be gone!
Judith Johnson Kypta