I Know Who Holds Tomorrow

I just listened to George Younce sing "I Don't Know Who Holds Tomorrow" by Ira Stanphill.  I don't know that there has been a time in my life of more uncertainty than now.  The 60's were pretty bad with the Vietnam war and the climate in our country.  Then the 70's were so "out there" with so much experimentation in things that were detrimental to lives.  I was pretty young then and was busy with small children.  But I don't even now how to describe our world today ... unleashed..narcissistic..materialistic...immoral..

Mr. Stanphill wrote this song in the 1950's when he was going through some stuff.  I found this little bit of history of the song.

"The legend behind the hymn according to a religious blog is that Stanphill wrote I Know Who Holds Tomorrow during the dissolution of his marriage. According to acquaintances, Stanphill's wife grew tired of his ministry during its zenith and left him to pursue a career of her own in entertainment. Sadly, she was killed in a car crash sometime thereafter. The lyrics aptly convey the emotions of listlessness and doubt Ira Stanphill encountered while going through such a difficult period in life."

Maybe part of my uncertain feelings are that so many people around me are going through or have gone through tragedies in their lives.  Just a reminder that this life is unpredictable and uncertain.

If you don't know who George Younce is (before he moved on to his Home in Heaven, he was the bass singer for the Cathedral Quartet), or don't know the tune, just read the words and let the message of the song reassure and comfort you. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=bjr-3HTIeyA

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 grey.
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 shining,
There no tear will dim the eye;
At the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains touch the sky.

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
May be through the flame or flood;
But His presence goes before me
And I'm covered with His blood.

 Ira F. Stanphill