Tomorrow

In the evening . . . When things are quiet
And the day draws to an end
I sometimes think on tomorrow
Wondering what fate will send

Most would like to know the future
It’s our nature . . . I suppose
Guessing what tomorrow will bring
But . . . Not one of us really knows

Except . . . The one we call "Master"
Who knows the beginning and the end
What we ‘Can ‘ be sure of, tomorrow
Is the mercy and love He will send

Today . . . And the things, therein
Leave enough to worry upon
Let’s not fret about tomorrow
For quickly, it will be here and gone

Enjoy the day, and all it's splendor
Appreciate the beauty, in artistic array
Knowing. . . . We are sure, of one thing
Tomorrow will come, without delay!

Judith Johnson Kypta
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