Many are those who eagerly await
A day in life when they'll be better,
A time when the world has lost its grip,
And life's cares no longer fetter.

They look ahead with wishful eyes
To where their hands hold tight God's plow
And keep saying, "Yes, Lord, someday,"
While Jesus is telling them, "Now."

There's coming a day when they'll conquer the flesh
And have the old man in full control,
When they'll live the life and read the book
And play the Christian's perfect role.

There's thousands of things they're gonna do
On the curve around the next bend.
But the day never comes, nor the curve,
As they drift toward their fruitless end.

They tell of the time of good success,
When they'll make up for all the past.
And while they live, they scarcely give
And hold out on God 'til the last.

And should you ask them, "When, friend?"
They say, "It'll all work out some how,"
And keep saying, Yes, Lord, someday,"
While Jesus is elling them, "now>"

Work now while there is time to;
Your someday is much too unsure.
And do your best right where you are;
Little deeds add up and endure.

Join not the class of people
Who say, "Somewhere, someway, somehow,"
And keep saying, "Yes, Lord, Someday,"
While Jesus is telling them, "Now."