by Annie Johnson Flint
He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.
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.
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thinking about you lady....I will be praying. it sounds like it has been hard lately. I so get it. Me too.....
ReplyDeleteI love you and miss you so much Ruth! I pray that God can take some of your burden!
ReplyDeleteSweet poem. Hope you are well. It was a good thing we didn't get together today. I am now sick. Spent most of the day on the couch! Oh well, I can still pray for you even when I am on the couch!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ruth.
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