| God is Never Beyond Our Reach | ||||||||||||
| By Helen Steiner Rice | ||||||||||||
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| No one ever sought the Father And found He was not there, And no burden is too heavy To be lightened by a prayer, No problem is too intricate And no sorrow that we face Is too deep and devastating To be softened by His grace, No trials and tribulations Are beyond what we can bear Is we share them with our father As we talk to Him in prayer And men of every color, Every race and every creed Have but to seek the father In their deepest hour of need God asks for no credenials He accepts us with our flaws He is kind and understanding And he welcomes us because We are His erring children And He loves everyone, And He freely and completely Forgives all that we have done, Asking only if we're ready To follow where He leads Content that in His wisdom He will answer all our needs. |
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