Our Father's gracious with His gifts,
Giving comfort when we pray;
And wipes our tears and strengthens us,
To walk in love each day.
The peace that is bestowed on us,
As only He can give,
That we may rest our hearts in Him,
And in His sweetness live.
Increasing faith is often sought,
To give us needed hope,
When life has scarred and hurt us so,
We feel we cannot cope.
For health and food and 'little things'
We often stop to pray,
But one gift stands above the rest,
And should be sought each day.
I seek this gift each morning,
One I eagerly embrace,
As I beseech Him humbly,
Dear Father... only grace.
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