The One Who Holds Tomorrow

The One who holds tomorrow
I hold
A lesson from the sparrow
I was told
From the ants, some I borrow
So, I am bold
Tho some I may not still know
Yet, I'm no scold
For in the One who holds tomorrow
I can fold
He who took away my sorrow
With my cold
And my tomorrow
He's already mold
The Father of the Morrow
Has fashioned mine with gold
Because, He holds tomorrow
Making me bold;
The One who holds the morrow
Since the days of old
Assures me of a sunny morrow
Better than the old;
Terrible situations, He can overthrow
So, He's my stronghold
For He will down~throw
The devil's stronghold
And every sorrow
He's already away rol'd:
Then, why should I dread any arrow
That I sure can scold
When He who holds tomorrow
I hold?

~Abiodun F. Deborah