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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