Future
DOST THOU KNOWEST WHAT THY FUTURE HOLDETH?
Unless thou possesseth a crystal ball
Thou knowest not of that which may befall
Cometh next week, next month, or next fall
Thou hast no idea of thy future at all
Me thinketh it be not good we knoweth
Erest we die or continue to groweth
The Good Lord giveth and He taketh away
In Him we trusteth day by day
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