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| ~*God's Grace*~ |
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| I did not know His love before, |
| the way I know it now. |
| I could not see my need for Him, |
| my pride would not allow. |
| I had it all, without a care, |
| the "Self-sufficient" lie. |
| My path was smooth, my sea was still, |
| not a cloud was in my sky. |
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| I thought I knew His love for me, |
| I thought I'd seen His grace, |
| I thought I did not need to grow, |
| I thought I'd found my place. |
| But then the way grew rough and dark, |
| the storm clouds quickly rolled; |
| the waves began to rock my ship, |
| I found I had no hold. |
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| The ship that I had built myself |
| was made of foolish pride. |
| It fell apart and left me bare, |
| with nowhere else to hide. |
| I had no strength or faith to face |
| the trials that lay ahead. |
| And so I simply spoke His name |
| and bowed my weary head. |
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| His loving arms enveloped me, |
| and then He helped me stand. |
| He said, "You still must face this storm, |
| but I will hold your hand." |
| So though the dark and lonely night |
| He guided me through pain. |
| I could not see the light of day |
| or when I'd smile again. |
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| Yet through the pain and endless tears, |
| my faith began to grow. |
| I could not see it all the time, |
| but my light began to glow. |
| I saw God's love in brand new light, |
| His grace and mercy, too. |
| For only when all self was gone could |
| Jesus' love shine through. |
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| It was not easy in the storm, |
| I sometimes wondered why, |
| At times I thought, "I can't go on." |
| I'd hurt, and doubt, and cry. |
| But Jesus never left my side |
| He guided me each day. |
| Through pain and strife, |
| through fire and flood, |
| He helped me all the way. |
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| And now I see as ne'er before |
| how great His love can be |
| How in my weakness He is strong, |
| how Jesus cares for me! |
| He worked it all out for my good, |
| although the way was rough. |
| He only sent what I could bear, |
| and then He said, "Enough!" |
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| He raised His hand and said, "Be Still!" |
| He made the storm clouds cease. |
| He opened up the gates of joy |
| and flooded me with peace. |
| I saw His face now clearer still, |
| I felt His presence strong, |
| I found anew His faithfulness. |
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| He never did me wrong. |
| And now I know more storms will come, |
| but only for my good, |
| For pain and tears have helped me grow |
| as nothing ever could, |
| I still have so much more to learn, |
| as Jesus works in me; |
| If in the storm I'll love Him more, |
| that's where I want to be! |
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| Author Unknown |
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