Grace
When troubles come in like a flood,
And I don’t know what to do,
I cast my cares on Jesus…
And He gives me Grace to see me through.
He listens as I tell Him
All the trials of the day.
Then He puts His arm around me,
And gently wipes all my tears away.
His Grace is sufficient for me,
And He knows about all my cares.
When I’m overwhelmed by problems,
He gives me Grace so I can bear.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2017
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