God's Grace

He gives His love both day and night

and watches over me;

His bounty given unselfishly

is multiplied to see.

How tender are the mercies

of the Son of God, above;

His warmth enfolds me - heaven's quilt -

stitched with His love.

I feel the comfort of His touch

when I think of Him,

And when I pray and listen, hear a

familiar, favourite hymn.

He answers like the whisper of a

soft, summer breeze,

Or has a flower nod at me -

Jesus aims to please.

He speaks in ways I'll understand -

in a fatherly way;

This is what I call "God's Grace"

when to my Lord I pray.

Joan Adams Burchell
written June 24/2004


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