Tomorrow Never Comes

by Stephen M. Golden

Copyright © 1987

 

Tomorrow . . .  Tomorrow . . .  Tomorrow never comes

 

You only get one life.  You want to fill it with fun,

but so many things are left undone.

Time is important.  You waste it away.

So many people with nothin’ to say.

 

You’ve heard about Jesus.  You want to do right.

You know that He asks you to give Him your life.

But pleasure is tempting, and finally you say,

“Maybe tomorrow, but leave me today.”

 

Tomorrow . . .  Tomorrow . . .  Tomorrow never comes.

Tomorrow . . .  Tomorrow . . .  Tomorrow never comes.

 

“I wish I had more time like some folks I know.

My days are so busy, where does my time go?”

Priorities fading.  We all have the same

twenty four hours.  Who is to blame?

 

We all have so many important things to do.

We get home each evening and turn on the tube

Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell all my friends

the truth about Jesus: He’s coming again.

 

Tomorrow . . .  Tomorrow . . .  Tomorrow never comes.

Tomorrow . . .  Tomorrow . . .  Tomorrow never comes.

 

Tomorrow never comes.  Tomorrow never comes.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow never comes.