The Keys of Tomorrow

You're groaning today 'neath a burden of care;
'Tis more than your sad, fainting spirit can bear.
Don't seek from the future new trouble to borrow,
But leave in Christ's hand the keys of tomorrow.

Your way may be clouded, your future concealed;
And scarcely the present is clearly revealed;
'Twill strengthen in weakness and comfort in sorrow,
To leave in Christ's hand the keys of tomorrow.

Don't take anxious tho't for your raiment and food,
Your Father will give you whatever is good,
No lines of despair on his brow will e'en furrow,
Who leaves in Christ's hand the keys of tomorrow.

Then lift up your head, tho' your eyelids are wet,
The clouds may be dark, but the sun's shining yet;
Trust fully in Jesus and banish your sorrow,
And leave in His hand the keys of tomorrow.

Poems of the Way