Who knows?
What tomorrow will bring
Though we all try to plan ahead
To assure that our future is good
Not realizing it hangs by a thread
Daily we plan and we fret
Praying our dreams all come true
Attempting to manipulate fate
But at her mercy when the day is through
Our heart becomes heavy and hard
As each day obstacles appear
Our plans seem to all go awry
Our hope begins to change into fear
Visions of the future can be daunting
When we see it as one way alone
We must yield to the plans of our Maker
And trust that he leads us toward home
That we’ll end up in the place predetermined
That life will turn out as it’s meant to be
That we haven’t failed if our vision is different
We’re in a place we just weren’t meant to see
That God and life work in unison
To take us into a future unknown
In reality our true destination
In reality the place we belong.
Written by TaVona Salaz Treadwell