A Work In Progress
Though born a sinner, I shall be…
A saint of God eternally.
By Faith in Christ, great Hope I see.
He is not finished yet with me.
Though trials test and pain abound,
His grace and mercies are my glee.
His arms of comfort doth surround.
He is not finished yet with me.
Though sickness deals a heavy blow
The great Physician hears my plea
He works in ways I cannot know
He is not finished yet with me.
Though loss has robbed me many times
He restores me so faithfully
I know He’s steadfast every time
He is not finished yet with me.
Though sadness comes, I never doubt
His Word is my security.
From weeping then to joys I shout
He is not finished yet with me.
Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2025
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