Go With His Plan

Our days have already been counted out From the time we arrive, until we leave Not a second less, not a minute more We should have no reason to doubt We just have to believe When he comes knocking at our door None of us know how many days we were given Or what kind of life that we would lead What kind of tree we would be, good wood or bad? It is all in the learning and the living Will we be happy, will we be sad Life has it's growing pains as we go One cannot grow without some pain along the way Seem the hard times are quick to knock at out door And the good times are sometimes slow Always different each and every day We never know what he has in store This old life takes a life time to figure out Some do, then those that never have a clue But it is really up to"The Man Upstairs" When we want to know what this life is about On what to do, or not to do Go with his plan, the one that really cares