He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplies peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,
Our God ever yearns His resources to share;
Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.
His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
Annie J. Flint
'And He has said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness." Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.'
2 Corinthians 12:9
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That was a new song for me. It is a good song. This is the version I found https://youtu.be/Vnjlo_2x43o
ReplyDeleteP.s. those wooden benches need some paint ;)
ReplyDeleteCall it shabby chic ;O)
DeleteI had to look up "shabby chic". "the aura of old money, cushy comfort, and crafted indifference" https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shabby_chic
DeleteClearly, I need to be more culturally refined in the finer things of the world. I just thought it needed paint. Now, I see it is a sophisticated statement. ;-)
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DeleteHah, perfect! You're officially on your way to becoming a shabby chic aficionado - very useful for an engineer, I should add. ;)
DeleteSo beautifully written.
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