I know who holds tomorrow  Ė by Ira Stamphill

 

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I donít know a-bout to-mor-row, I just live from day to day.  I donít bor-row from the sun-shine,

Evíry step is get-ting bright-er, as the gold-en stairs I climb. Evíry bur-denís get-ting light-er,

I donít know a-bout to-mor-row; it  may bring me pov-ert-y.   But the one who feeds the spar-row,

 

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For itís skies my turn to grayI   donít wor-ry  oíer the fut-ure,  for  I  know what  Jes - us said.

Evíry  cloud  is  silĖver lined. There the sun  is  a-lways shin-ing; there no tears will  dim the  eye.

Is  the  one who stands by me.   And the  path that be  my por-tion,  may be through the flame or flood.

 

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And to-day Iíll walk be-side  him, for he knows  what lies a - head.

 At the end-ing of the rain-bow, where the moun--tains touch the sky.

But his pres-ence goes be-fore me, and Iím cover--ed  by his  blood.

 

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Man--y things a--bout to-mor-row, I donít seem  to  un-der-stand;

 

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But I  know who holds to-mor-row, and  I  know who holds my hand.

  

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But I  know who holds to-mor-row, and  I  know who holds my hand.