Will tomorrow come
In the way I assume
As I set the alarm
And the plans I construe
Will I wake up again
As I usually do
Would this night bring my end
As I rest in my room
Is this the struggle you feel
My dear friend, the poor
To have nothing secure
Even the next day’s not owned
Solidarity moment
Not knowing what’s next
The future uncertain
To make me feel less
Will I now just worry
Or will I trust You
All these thoughts in a hurry
To reach out for truth
An opportunity open
It might be my last
To cling to You Lord
I’ll consistently grasp
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