Tomorrow – just what is it?
A story not yet told
Might we not be within it?
Who knows what chapters hold?
Tomorrow is not promised
For dust that turns to dust
Our lives are but a vapor
In flesh we dare not trust
All seen as now so stable
Can sudden disappear
The life we had imagined
Can vanish amidst tears
What should we then hold on to?
Dreams that can implode?
Or fears just as elusive
Which likewise don’t unfold
We have this very moment
To live upon this sod
Today is our possession
To waste or spend with God
For He is more than all things
This life could hold in store
His presence is more precious
Than all on earth adored
And should our soul be absent
From what bright morning brings
If God is our tomorrow
We will not miss a thing