by Lucy M. Young
Lord, let me think not of tomorrow
Or the sorrow it may contain;
It may hold either joy or sorrow,
Bright sunshine or gentle rain.
Sufficient unto this day alone
Is the evil thereof, 'tis said;
And we can do nothing about it,
We must gladly accept it instead.
So grant us the strength and the wisdom
To savor each moment today,
Let us love and be loved. May Your mercy
Keep sadness and sorrow away.
When darkness falls softly upon us,
And the stars shine brightly above;
May we rest secure in the knowledge
We're wrapped in Your infinite love.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 