God Is True To His Word
The Israelites had manna descending for one day at a time,
When the preserve for the morrow, rotten smells they would find,
They had to trust God’s provision each and every day,
We have no manna, but grace to trust for our needs today.
If God takes care of the birds, and flowers in the field,
Why won’t he provide for me and you?
We mean more to him than birds and bees in every special way,
Don’t think on tomorrow’s problems and the past from yesterday.
When we think about the future and unanswered questions too,
We get overwhelmed with fear and doubt peace and joy forfeit
Trying to live tomorrow today complicates life even more
Live one day at a time makes life simpe when we see tomorrow.
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