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.