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 ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father's full giving is only begun.
Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,
Our God ever yearns His resources to share;
Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.
His love has no limit; His grace has no measure.
His pow'r has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!
-Annie Johnson Flint
This is a lady that was orphaned at an early age, then lost her foster parents in high school, was crippled with a severe case of arthritis, became incontinent, bed ridden and as if that weren't enough she grew blind and eventually overcome by cancer... she suffered daily with immense pain for 40 some years... and still could pen hymns as the one above...through her shrivelled hands. I can only conclude that His Grace is truly sufficient...