The morning dawns within a mist
So thick that I can’t see,
Yet that mist will soon fade away.
The same applies to me.
Just that I’ll do my best
To serve the Lord and trust in Him
To handle all the rest.
About what lies ahead,
But half my plans fall by the way
Before I’m out of bed.
All of my plans are frail.
I choose to plan, but understand,
That His plans will prevail.
What tomorrow may hold,
But I have faith in He who knows,
And that faith makes me bold.
yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is
your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or
that.”
Sunday, July 20, 2025
What Tomorrow Holds
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