An alliterative poem.
Everything good is God's grace
Every hand we hold, we have
Because God bestows grace upon grace
So when He says, Sufficient is my grace
You must understand you have more than you need
If salvation alone was the scope of God's gifts
What right have we to whine unsatisfied
He has given us life! His love eternal
This power goes deeper than you can possibly dream
I'm writing, you're reading; what wondrous grace!
You're thinking, I'm smiling; oh thoughtful blessing!
Do you see what He means when He says it's enough?
To each one is a portion; His plan is at work
Each grace is different, but the Giver loves children
Who embrace weakness and bury their bodies
In Christ and His love, crying, dying
And knowing He stands with strength in His hands
A Lamb bound, with blessings forever
Above and beyond what we ask or imagine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem