annie johnston flint

if only i could be like annie johnston flint...


He Giveth More Grace

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.


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.


Great Grace

His grace is great enough to meet the great things,
The crashing waves that overwhelm the soul,
The roaring winds that leave us stunned and breathless,
The sudden storms beyond our life's control.

His grace is great enough to meet the small things,
The little pin-prick troubles that annoy,
The insect worries, buzzing and persistent,
The squeaking wheels that grate upon our joy.


"For all the promises of God in Him are yea and in Him Amen."
'Is God-?' "Does God-?'
Man's 'Why?' & 'How?'
In ceaseless iteration storm the sky.
'I AM'; 'I WILL'; 'I DO' -- sure Word of God,
Yea & Amen, Christ answers each cry;
To all our anguished questionings & doubts
Eternal affirmation & reply.