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What an awesome thought, That we can speak to God, Whether high or low, Wherever we may go ... The mighty king, The man beneath the bridge, The beauty queen, the blind (In fact or in spirit), the mute ... The simplest or The honored graduate. This King of Kings Avails Himself as servant. A blessed Friend, even Yanking souls from fires of hell, Quietly, with patience For the aging ill ... Or the tiny voice Not yet speaking. Still, He waits and listens for that Lovely word that makes us His! He is ours, already. He planned it so and I don't understand, but That's beside the point. He has given just the small Measure of faith; a gift for all! And, when, in prayer, it's put to test, We find it is enough ... Not only sufficient, but strengthened; Multiplying until it holds us fast! Then, prayers are said, in confidence, With Faith abounding! And when our answers come, Do they astonish us? Or, will we even Remember to thank? Oh, Blessed, Lord, Each tiny thought of You Is like a touch of Heaven! Each song that floods my soul ... Or fills my voice - A pleasure to respond to, Because You wooed and won, Because You lived and died and rose ... Because You have awakened My slumbering heart! "God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith." Rom. 12:3 "My Grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness."II Cor. 12:9 He who prays must also believe ... |
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