There Is Much
by
Barbara Philbrook
There is much I
don't understand,
I constantly remind myself I'm being held in the palm of
Your hand.
There is much
that distresses me,
I must read Your word to renew my hope continually.
There is much
that could make me tremble in fear,
if I were to forget that You are near.
There is much
that could make my heart ache,
if I weren't reminded You died for my sake.
There is much
tribulation soon coming our way,
I'm so glad I've learned to kneel and pray.
There is much
sickness the whole world through,
I'm so glad we can ask for healing from You.
There is much
beauty for us to see,
I'm so glad You opened my eyes for me
There is much
joy in the giggle of a child,
who by sin has not yet been defiled.
There is much
satisfaction in a job well done,
just the words that You said to Your Son.
There's much
over which we can show gratitude,
and never any good reason to be mean or crude.
There is much
over which I will forever sing Your praise,
but I'm most grateful for Your loving ways.
 
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