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God's grace spares me not
Suffering any there go I
On the way to holy glory,
But brings me instead
Like a feather in the wind
To the doorstep of the rest
Of His great story.
Whether I light on mountain tops
Or drag along valley floors
I have nothing to complain about:
Abba I am Yours.
Rom 8:18
2 Cor 4:17
Col 3:4
Titus 2:13
1 Pet 1:5, 4:13, 5:1 |