A Bittersweet Of Life
By D.W. Whittle
I have nothing to do with tomorrow,
My Savior will make that His care.
Should He fill it with trouble and sorrow,
He’ll help me to suffer and bear.
I have nothing to do with tomorrow,
Its burden then why should I share?
Its grace and its faith I can’t borrow,
Then why should I borrow its care?
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