The Eleventh Hour

Do not worry about tomorrow,

Do not worry what it may bring,

For God is our provider,

For every breathing living thing.



It may come by way of angels,

Or that stranger on the bus,

Don't fret about that payment,

Cause He loves surprising us.



He asks us to trust Him,

With all of our heart,

Whether money, food, or shelter

Or anything else He'll impart.



So, hang on, my dear friends,

Trust and believe,

For God is our provider,

There's a miracle up His sleeve.





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