It was written by Annie Johnston Flynt, a hymn-writer who was orphaned very early in life. She was crippled with rheumatoid arthritis and spent most of her life in bed where she had to have eight pillows to cushion her body from head to toe because it was covered with sores. When she wrote this ("He Giveth More Grace"), she had lost control of her internal organs, and cancer was taking her life...
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase
To added affliction, He addeth His mercy
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace
When we have exhausted our store of endurance
When our strength has failed and the day’s half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s own giving has only begun
His love has no limit
His grace has no measure
His power has no boundaries known unto men
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again.
I am so very blessed by this it was beautiful. I really was touched to read it tonight. I hope your friend is ok saying a prayer for her now.
ReplyDeleteTesha, you are always such an encouragement and a blessing to me. Thank you so much for your prayers!
DeleteAmen. I believe it.
ReplyDeleteHope things are ok with your friend.
Thank you SO much. That means SO much to me, and I know it will to her.
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