He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater, He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercy, To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace. When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When our strength has failed ere the day is half done, When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving is only begun. Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision, Our God ever yearns His resources to share; Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear. His love has no limit, His grace has no measure; His power no boundary known unto men; For out of His infinite riches in Jesus He giveth and giveth and giveth again.
— Annie Johnson Flint
A most beautiful poem pondering on the boundless depth of our Father’s help and strength available to us.
“Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.” Selah !
That I May Know Him! 
This is simply sweet and uplifting! What life would be if not for His grace!!!
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