Glory Sends Grace

 In everything, I will praise you Lord.

For through every trial, you are my three-cord.

When I am down in the valley, you meet me there.

And you wrap your arms around me, when I am filled with despair.

When my burdens seem heavy and I am weak to the bone.

Your mercy whispers, I am never alone.

Your love fills my cup, when I am empty and drained.

And Glory sends Grace, to cleanse my every stain.

My tears are my companion, when sorrow comes near.

When the shadows around me, fill me with fear.

Defeated I may be, at times of great dread.

But down by the river, angels bake me bread.

Each day on my journey, I step out in faith.

With wonder and reason, of where is the gate.

I search out for Goodness, because I was told...

A Saviour called Jesus, is my Potter's gold.

If truth be so bold, that I look up ahead.

I know on white linen, I will lay on my bed.

While fields of green grass, sings Holy is the Lamb.

My enraptured heart, recites the twenty-third Psalm.