His Grace
It’s merit that we don’t deserve,
It’s blessings that we can’t reserve,
And lavished upon the humble soul,
That’s His amazing grace!
It’s sweeter than the birds that sing,
It’s fresher than the month of spring,
And gives us strength for each new day,
That’s His abounding grace!
Its power snatches us from sin,
It satisfies the heart within,
And lifts us up when we feel low,
That’s His prevailing grace!
It’s constant like the summer rays,
It’s sufficient to sustain always,
A gift so precious, so divine,
That’s His exceeding grace!
Copyright © Elayne Ogbeta | Year Posted 2015
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