I spend so much time trapped in fear
That paralyzes me.When all around me blooms the grace
That I’m too blind to see.
Your bounty surrounds me, oh Lord,
Breathtaking in array,
But most often my eyes are on
The problems of the day.
It’s not until the day is done
That I look back and see
How boundlessly Your loving grace
Had been all around me.
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