How frustrating is it that tomorrow is unknown!
That beyond this time not much is certain!
And that our confidence lies only in history
Having a hope that soon would crumble
Yet there’s a blessing amidst uncertainty
How we hope that tomorrow was like yesterday
That we would master all her movements
Living in certainty of our plans; full of control
As gods of time our lives would be more enjoyable
But we are no gods and certainity is not our crown
As mere mortals our crown is uncertainty
Yet still a crown worthy to wear
As those ruling within time bounds
Uncertainty though frustrating is a blessing
A blessing to us in looking to the one above
And a blessing it is indeed
Not perceived so by many
Yet who wants to control time?
What benefit is that for mortals?
Our blessing is in looking above
Looking unto him the author of time
The one in whom all things find purpose
Aligning ourselves with His will
Taking hold of His hand and facing uncertainty
For to him all things are certain and He leads
I hear the springs beckon
Calling the children of man
Come, come young and old
Come ye all tired and thirsty
Come drink the everlasting waters
To the weak so calls the Spring
Come dear son and be relieved
Put your burden aside and drink
Drink to your full, drink for free
Of waters unending; the living Word
To the man of sin the call is clear
Come ye wretched soul and drink
Take delight in the healing of the Word
Come and be made clean and whole
Drink of the waters never to be thirsty
Hear the call of your Lord oh man!
Hear the voice of your shepherd
Eat of the grass by the river
Quench your thirst by his waters
The water of the living Word
Why do my people starve and thirst?
So asks my Lord as the Spirit grieves
The bread is ready and the waters flowing
Come ye all faithful and take your share
Drinking from the water of the Word of God.