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
(copyright)
