You don’t have tomorrow. It’s not quite your own.
And yesterday’s worries? They’ve already flown.
The page that you have is the one here and now—
So pick up your pen and make a new vow.
Don’t wait for perfection to knock at your door,
Or days to be more tidy, with troubles no more.
Today is God’s gift, whether with sunshine or gray.
It’s whispering softly, “Just write something today.”
No use in fretting what you didn’t write,
Or fearing the future work won’t turn out right.
The sentence you write, the thought you set free—
That’s what becomes your own legacy.
Just scribble and scratch and don’t be afraid.
Mistakes are part of the path that God’s laid.
You won’t write a novel in one single day,
But choice faithful lines let your message hold sway.
The past is behind. The future’s unsure.
But today holds the pen, and today is pure.
So sit down and write—just one thing, okay?
You don’t need tomorrow to write now—today.
