I think people do work too much. I've never been able to understand the whole 'make hay while the sun shines' thing. Either I want to work or I don't want to work.
I don't know what this day will bring
Will it be disappointing, filled with longed for things?
I don't know what tomorrow holds,
I don't know if these clouds mean rain
If they do, will they pour down blessing or pain?
I don't know what the future hold,
Still I know I can trust Your faithfulness...