Not Mine To Know

If only I knew what is to be,
I would plan my life accordingly.
I could be more aware of obvious signs,
Subtle changes and mysterious times.

I would anticipate each breaking day,
And try not to let fate have it's own way.
My every step would be taken with care,
And many a day would be shrouded with fear.

I would worry and fret,
No sleep would I get.
No laughter or joy
could I ever employ.
For happiness attained
In fortune or fame,
Would seem but in vain,
If tomorrow brings pain.

But I have no idea of what is to come,
Of future disasters, or pleasures or fun.
I desire not to know what tomorrow will bring,
For it's God's business only to know everything.

I'll deal with the bad times the best I know how,
And be grateful for good times all, then and now.