We're In God's Hands

I sang it yesterday, with tears flowing down my face.  I will sing it today, as my heart continues to ache.  And by God...I will sing it tomorrow, no matter what it takes.  He is the same... yesterday, today, and tomorrow.  

Give sorrow words.  The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er fraught heart and bids it break.                     - William Shakespeare