God’s Grace

He gives His love both day and night
and watches over me;

His bounty given unselfishly
is multiplied to see.

How tender are the mercies
of the Son of God, above;

His warmth enfolds me – heaven’s quilt –
stitched with His love.

I feel the comfort of His touch
when I think of Him,

And when I pray and listen, hear a
familiar, favorite hymn.

He answers like the whisper of a
soft, summer breeze,

Or has a flower nod at me –
Jesus aims to please.

He speaks in ways I’ll understand –
in a fatherly way;

This is what I call “God’s Grace”
when to my Lord I pray.

© Joan Adams Burchell, 2004 – Along Poetry Road – Used with permission.