Sometimes I get to thinking
Of the way You care for me,
And I feel so very humble,
That such a thing could be.
For I'm only just a creature
That You fashioned out of cay,
But You're always making sure that I
Have all I need each day.
Sometimes when I am worried,
And I don't now what to do,
And things don't seem to work out,
I always run to You.
And what thought were problems,
Vanish 'neath Your hand,
You take the time to listen,
And You always understand.
My dwelling may be humble,
But You share my small abode,
And when I feel I'm sinking,
You are left to lift the load.
And I count myself the luckiest,
That anyone can be,
Because I know beyond a doubt,
...My Savior loveth me!
~ Grace E.Easley
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