kal ka kya hai bharosa yaro
kal to hai anjana
kal kisne dekha aur jana
uske hatho me hi hai humara kal
kal ka kya hai bharosha yaro
kal to hai anjana
kal kisne dekha aur jana
uske hatho me hi humara kal

khil pada phul jo
fir kyu murjha gya
aise humari jiwan me kahani
yeshu ke hatho me hai iske hatho me humara kal
kal ka kya hai bharosa yaro
kal to hai anjana
kal kisne dekha aur jana
uske hatho me hi hai humara kal

subah ke ek jhoke jaise
hum tum kaha se aaye kaha fir kho gaye
yeshu ke hatho me hai
yeshu ke hatho me humara kal
kal ka kya hai bharosa yaro
kal to hai anjana
kal kisne dekha aur jana
uske hatho me hi hai humara kal
humara kal

The morrow, a whisper, a gamble, friends,
A veiled horizon, where mystery transcends.
Who has glimpsed tomorrow's face, its form?
Our future rests within His encompassing storm.
The morrow, a whisper, a gamble, friends,
A veiled horizon, where mystery transcends.
Who has glimpsed tomorrow's face, its form?
Our future rests within His encompassing storm.

A bloom that bursts, then fades to dust,
Such is the tale of mortal trust.
Our lives, a fleeting, transient show,
In Jesus' hands, our tomorrows grow.
The morrow, a whisper, a gamble, friends,
A veiled horizon, where mystery transcends.
Who has glimpsed tomorrow's face, its form?
Our future rests within His encompassing storm.

Like morning's breath, a fleeting gust,
From whence we came, to whence we must.
In Jesus' hands, the path we tread,
In Jesus' hands, our future is fed.
The morrow, a whisper, a gamble, friends,
A veiled horizon, where mystery transcends.
Who has glimpsed tomorrow's face, its form?
Our future rests within His encompassing storm.
Our tomorrow.