HIS GRACE SUFFICENT
by:
Josephine Anne Miller
Lord, my life holds less than bliss
With many things constantly amiss.
Problems always to abound,
Trouble and discord all around.
Grief and suffering much I've known,
With time, trials have grown.
Life to me has not been kind.
But, through You, Lord, peace I find.
You are the Power that sees me through,
I gave my broken life to You,
And found through grace You've given,
Above trial, Lord, I have risen.