Tomorrow we will all get up
And go about our days like normal
Tomorrow the sun will shine
And spring will once again attempt
To show us hope and life.
Tomorrow the Twitter wars will rage
And someone on Facebook will ask
For recommendations to a restaurant.
Tomorrow the farmer’s market will open
And the cars will race
to their Saturday destinations
Tomorrow the world will know what I do now.
Tomorrow they might pause for a moment
to remember you, to recall your laugh,
to share screenshots of conversations
To share your stories and shed tears
And then they will go on
Busy with kids and dates and activities
This is the way it is supposed to be
And yet I feel it already
As the advertisements and the inside humor
And the podcast recommendations
And the celebrity gossip
All pull them away from this moment
You wouldn’t want them to go on
being sad forever
You wouldn’t want me to lose hope.
You wouldn’t want tomorrow’s sun
To shine less than any other sun
I believe. Help my unbelief.
And tomorrow they will go on
Tomorrow they will prepare their sermons.
Tomorrow they will feed the hungry.
Tomorrow they will visit the sick like you were
And the hurting and the broken and the ones feeling so lost
They will love like you did.
I believe. Lord, help my unbelief.
Help my unbelief.
Help my disbelief.