If Time Would Tell It's 'Wait-and-See'

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If we would know what high or low was waiting in the days ahead

We would be torn each night and morn between worlds of delight and dread

And we would peer through today’s cheer toward some morrow’s sorrow-storm

And miss the bliss and kiss of This because of Trouble’s looming form

If time would tell and boldly spell its wait-and-see so we could know

We would be bent with sad lament even if we had miles to go

Before we met the darker Yet that drains the rhythm from the rhyme

Our hearts would break for future’s sake and make us old before our time

I’m glad God gives the life one lives in moment-metered miles to brave

We need not bear tomorrow’s care to drive us to an early grave

But trust and pray, each day-to-day, for his divine Presence to lead

His faithful Word is undeterred; our God will supply every need (Phil.4:19)

© Janet Martin