(Original version ©1956 Jay Livingston & Ray Evans)
Bathed in the glow of Easter light
The early church shared mystery
A story to tell, would folks respond?
God said leave that to me...
Que sera sera, whatever will be will be
The Future's not ours to see
Que sera sera,
What will be, will be
The centuries passed and as they did
The church rejoiced to be in pow'r
The reformers cried, we've lost our way
God help us in this hour...
The winds of change blow fast and strong
the sails of the world are ragged shreds
Things just aren't right, all order is gone
These thoughts they fill our heads...
As we look forward into time
we hope the church, it still will be.
Out sharing good news, will people hear
God says leave that to me...