There's No Tomorrow

Oh, what might! What wondrous power, holding earth around me;
Sparkling stars and shining sun, glorious gifts surround me.
Snowcapped mountains, babbling brooks, verdant trees, sweet flowers,
Time; the length we do not know, cause to praise for hours.

So much cause to praise the Lord, God, our great Designer;
From the dust He formed it all – dust? What can be finer?
Man makes things from what exists, but God needs no assistance;
Even tiny seeds we plant are, to man, resistant.

Without God, who sends the rain, who grants to us our seasons,
Brings forth blossoms, buds, then flowers, symmetrically, with reasons.
It’s God’s love that gives us all gifts we cannot measure;
Willingly He blesses it, and it gives Him much pleasure.

What does God want in return? Full, complete devotion;
Casting all our cares on Him, feelings, hurts, emotions.
Letting Him design our life, giving us direction;
Holding nothing back from Him – our love, our cares, affection.

For ’tis God who gives us life, who holds it with His power;
And blesses those who serve His cause, each moment, yes, each hour.
No earthly being compares to Him, for all are His creations,
For He is ruler of the world, the King of all the nations.

Though man will sin and turn away and think that he is master,
His worldly powers all will end – without God, there’s great disaster!
But God does not enforce His love, we’re free to make our own choice;
If we disdain His greatest Gift and do not head that still voice.

Then we surrender future grace, we’ve chosen not to heed Him;
God leaves us to defend ourselves, we’ve stated, “We don’t need Him.”
Beware, oh foolish bit of clay, your riches all will perish,
Your gold will vanish as the wind, the gold that you now cherish.

And on your deathbed, who will guide your soul across to glory?
No one! No one! For you refused, too late now to be sorry.
Don’t wait ’till time has elapsed, don’t cause yourself such sorrow;
Today! Accept the Lord your God. Don’t wait! There’s no tomorrow.