I Know Who Holds Tomorrow

Believe me, I hate as much as anyone else posting poems and calling it a blog. To do justice, I am calling this my parking place for the sheer want of a web-site.

I never knew of what follows, as a poem when I wrote down two of its lines (bolded) on a post-it and stuck it in front of my desk. Now that I do, here it goes in its entirety.

I Know Who Holds Tomorrow

I don't know about tomorrow,
I just live from day to day;
I don't borrow from its sunshine,
For its skies may turn to gray.

I don't worry o'er the future,
For I know what Jesus said;
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what lies ahead.

Many things about tomorrow,
I don't seem to understand;
But I know who holds tomorrow,
And I know who holds my hand.

I don't know about tomorrow,
It may bring me poverty.
But the one who feeds the sparrow
Is the one who stands by me.

And the path that be my portion
May be through the flame or flood,
But His presence goes before me
And I'm covered with His blood.

Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand;
But I know who holds tomorrow,
And I know who holds my hand.

Ira Stanphill