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Skrevet af Jørn Nielsen   
Fredag, 23. november 2012 10:37

Tune:  Praise God from whom all blessings flow….

Don´t try to handle what you can´t,
be happy with what God may grant
of grace to your afflicted soul,
He every brokenness makes whole!

Where does the Lord prefer to dwell?
I bet you know the answer well,
with contrite hearts is His abode,
where groans and sighs He does decode!

You in this body made of clay
do feel its perishing decay,
your inward man God does renew,
His Holy Spirit that will do!

He did not sinless angels send
the gospel story to defend,
for heav´nly beings can´t replace
His witnesses redeemed by grace!

This is your story fellow-saint,
apart from Christ you´re weak and faint,
though circumstances seem to frown,
He never, never lets you down!

November 23, 2012 – jn

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