A bit weary, but so grateful,
Tonight, I lift a praise
Of thanksgiving, pure and simple.
Your mercies still amaze.
But it is clear to me
That it is far better than that
Which I’d thought it should be.
And given me much more,
I cannot wait to see what grace
Tomorrow holds in store.
Delivered at His pace,
And every day He fills our lives
With His unending grace.
But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it
with patience.
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