To work out the details to the last precision
Would be in fact to assume perfection
There’ll be doubt, uncertainty and somewhere an incision
But never not have faith in your own decision
What if and maybe and if only and why
Will always be present, you always will cry
You could toss and turn and be regretful and sigh
But remember He who knows best is ever but nigh
He knows your joy and he knows your sorrow
He is in your heart, he knows when its hollow
Some faith He’s asked that you borrow, just follow
For His foresight guarantees happiness, it’s in your tomorrow |
