I go to church every Sunday where I pray and I sing
You know on Monday and Tuesday, I can do the same thing.
On Thursday and Friday, I feel happy inside.
When Saturday rolls around my soul's still satisfied.
He can see my tomorrow, and He knows what I need.
He can see what I'm growing before I even plant the seed.
I can move to the backseat, and just give Him the lead.
Cause He can see my tomorrow, and He knows what I need.
Well tic-toc, tic-toc. My doesn't time fly?
Every time I turn around another year's gone by.
But I never have to worry, no it doesn't mean a thing.
He's already made a way for me whatever the world might bring.
Well He loves you in the Summer, and He loves you in the Fall.
He can see you through the Winter. He can see you through it all.
Like a flower in the springtime, It grows a little every day.
You could offer me a million dollars, still I wouldn't trade Him away.