May all my tomorrows stay there
I need to get through today.
O why should I take on their worries
that never may be anyway?
Why lose the peace that I have now
and strength that I need to survive?
New mercies are mine every morning.
By God’s grace alone do I thrive.
I’ll pen my worries now swiftly
and bring them to Him in prayer.
Today is tomorrow’s history
so I’ll leave my tomorrows there.
by Christine Mitchell
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