So many burdened lives along the
way!
My load seems lighter than the
most I see,
And oft I wonder if I could be
brave,
Patient and sweet if they were
laid on me.
But God has never said that He
would give
Another's grace without
another's thorn;
What matter, since for every day
of mine
Sufficient grace for me comes
with the morn?
And though the future brings
some heavier cross
I need not cloud the present
with my fears;
I know the grace that is enough
today
Will be sufficient still through
all the years.
Annie
Johnson Flint
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