I had a vision about tomorrow, not mine.
An unsettling, compelling, sorrowful sign.
For following the sunshine of today,
The skies and clouds turned murky gray.
Was this a word from the Lord
That my time here was a boat unmoored?
And to golden paths i shall be drawn
With sapphires and rubies to look upon?
Then clearly from heaven gently heard
The voice of One with perfect word:
“Today, worry not of boats at sea
For tomorrow is mine, a gift from Me.”
(c) 2015 rick stassi