For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. Psalm 137:3

TOMORROW

 

O Tomorrow,

is my favorite word I’ll tell you why

It’s the only hope for you and I

And without this hope, my heart would die

Waiting on Tomorrow

Do you remember, when we hung our harps in willow trees?

Hearts so heavy we just couldn’t sing?

In this strange land of captivity

Waiting on Tomorrow…

As long as GOD is in HIS HOLY HILL

JEHOVAH ROI ON HIS THRONE

O we have stumbled, yes and we have failed

But HIS BLOOD BOUGHT us

HIS LOVE will keep us…til Tomorrow….

Jacob’s going to laugh and no more cry

When the warfare’s finished in the skies

Zion’s Daughter then is going to rise

She’ll rise Tomorrow……

 Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;) Hebrews 10:23