Betty Harp Butler Poet Rhyme

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.

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Eric Boddie May 20, 2017 at 1:10 PM The Glory Of His Grace....Keeps me at a Godly Pace....for Only He Can Destroy my Soul....so until the day i'm stiff and cold....i will show you nothing but Love....for that is all i am Shown From Above....the only Place i truly want to go....they call it Heaven in case you didn't know....simply Beautiful betty....;} Betty Harp Butler May 20, 2017 at 7:58 PM That is beautiful Eric. Heaven is my goal as well. Thank you for your lovely comment.