Que Sera, Sera

Half awake in the car with the same Hillsong CD playing over and over again each day. It has now become a familiar, comfortable even, routine. My thinking sanctuary and has possibly morphed into my if not only, one of few comfort zone. Accompanied by the Sun in Its slow ascend up, yet to shine in all fiery glory; a new day gifted by grace. It is the hope of a new day. What could go wrong? What could go wrong?