Monday's Mourning Ministry
Que Sara, Sara
Now What?
I look out into my vast, wide future.
I cannot ascertain what it will hold.
This hole in my heart won't stitch up by suture.
What repercussions from trauma unfold?
Then I thought of this childhood song,
My mother once sang to me...
When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, "What will I be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me:
"Que sera, sera,
What ever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.'"
When I grew up and fell in love,
I asked my sweetheart,
"What lies ahead?"
Will we have rainbows, day after day?"
Here's what my sweetheart said:
"Que sera, sera,
What ever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be."
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mommy, "What will I be?
Will I be handsome, will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderly,
"Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see,
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be.
Que sera, sera!"
{Then I add verses of my own
Addressing my Father upon His throne,}
Now that I've lost this child of my own,
I asked my Father, "What will come of me?
Will I be heartsick, day after day?"
Here's what He said to me,
"Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not yours to see,
Que sera sera,
Put your trust in Me!
"Que sera sera,
Put your trust in Me!
"I too have lost a Child of My Own:
He asked Me, 'Father, must I die for Thee?
Yet not My will but, Thine be done.'
Likewise, I ask of thee,
"Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not yours to see,
Que sera sera,
Will you follow Me?
"Que sera, sera.
Lose your life. Follow Me.
"Que sera, sera.
Take thy cross. Follow Me."
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