I Know Who Holds My Hand

I don't know about tomorrow,
I just live from day to day. 
I don’t borrow from its sunshine, 
For its skies may turn to gray. 
I don’t worry o’er the future 
For I know what Jesus said; 
And today I’ll walk beside Him, 
For He knows what lies ahead. 

Many things about tomorrow 
I don’t seem to understand; 
But I know who holds tomorrow, 
And I know who holds my hand. 

Every step is getting brighter
As the golden stairs I climb;
Every burden’s getting lighter,
Every cloud is silver-lined.
There the sun is always shinning,
There no tear will dim the eye,
At the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains touch the sky.

Many things about tomorrow 
I don’t seem to understand; 
But I know who holds tomorrow, 
And I know who holds my hand.

I don’t know about tomorrow, 
It may bring me poverty; 
But the One who feeds the sparrow 
Is the One who stands by me. 
And the path that is my portion, 
It may be through flame or flood; 
But His presence goes before me 
And I’m covered with His blood! 

Many things about tomorrow 
I don’t seem to understand; 
But I know who holds tomorrow, 
And I know who holds my hand. 

--Ira F. Stanphill