Sometimes I get to thinking

Of the way You care for me

And I feel so very humble

That such a thing could be.

For I'm only just a creature

That you fashioned out of clay

But You're always making sure that I

Have all I need each Day.



Sometimes when I am worried

And I don't know what to do

And things don't seem to work out

I always run to you.

And what I thought were problems

Vanish 'neath Your hand

You take the time to listen

And you always understand.



My dwelling may be humble

But You share my small abode

And when I feel I'm sinking

You are there to lift the load.

And I count myself the luckiest

That anyone can be

Because I know beyond a doubt



? Grace Easley