Blessings of His Grace
When the rain keeps falling and there seems to be no end
hold out your hands and catch the water
that our Almighty God does send.
His grace is always flowing
by His strength you will get through
He will walk you on the water
and teach you things you never knew.
Blessed be the Father, who rains down His grace,
Blessed be the Son, who showed me His face,
Blessed be the Spirit, who has drawn me to taste
all that the Father gives us
through the blessings of His grace.
His grace I cannot comprehend
for all He has, He gave to me.
He rained down manna from the heavens
and opened my eyes to see
the water in which I drink,
is from a well that never runs dry,
His supplies are overflowing
no man can ever deny.
So I will bless God the Father, who rains down His grace
Blessed be the Son, who showed me His face
Blessed be the Spirit, who has drawn me to taste
all that the Father gives us
through the blessings of His grace.
Copyright © Cyndi Cegalis | Year Posted 2016
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