trust

We stayed in the Christian section of the camp. And the Christians at Mae La refugee camp love to sing songs to Jesus. They love to sing hymns with meaningful words and put into rich harmony their profound trust and hope in the God whose promises never fail and faithfulness reaches to the skies.

One hymn, in particular, moved me:

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 over the future, for I know what Jesus said,
And today I'll walk beside Him for He knows what is ahead.

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.

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