Abounding Mercy Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

The Lord in His mercy blesses me
When none but trouble distresses me.
All I can say is 'Holy! Holy! Holy! ',
And I feel that nothing can again depress me.

The Lord, He provides me with all I need.
Though in my acts and thoughts are evil deeds.
I'm in awe, at the fact that I am worthy.
Then I am lead, His commandments to heed.

There are times That He lets bad things happen to us,
So we can learn that at times, we can trust
His plans for us. Though they seem a bust,
They are hidden blessings meant to uplift us.

Lord God, please tell me how I deserve
Countless blessings which cause my heart to swerve.
I'm so grateful, Your love has touched every nerve.
With such gifts, my soul has been perserved.