From a Mother’s womb,
To an Earthly tomb,
And in points along life’s way,
Each time we cry,
God will supply,
Grace for each and every day!

He will quell childish fears,
And in our “Autumn years,”
Though storms of life bombard our soul,
Amidst troubles and trials,
And those strenuous miles,
God is always in control!

Our Heavenly Father above,
Has an undying love!
And He treats us all the same!
Even in our darkest hour,
He will show His power,
If we will just call upon His Name!

Robert F. Dotson © 2008
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