I
Grace is the sustainer of all life on earth
Every impulse to breathe, since the moment of birth
All thought of goodness and the will to achieve
Grace is the Giver of all gifts we receive
II
Being on this journey, there is much to contend
The voice of the doubter, the life to expend
And when the shadows gather, around and behind
It is then I remember, I am in God’s mind.
III
There have been mountains that have hidden the sun
And all my grand efforts have never moved one
And in such turmoil, when there is not even a clue
It is then I remember God has made mountains too
IV
In the dark hours, not a spark to be seen
When there is no helper, not a single human being
And as the ground shakes, so my faith and my will
It is then I remember, Grace is my Hope still
V
I have been through the waters and fires that came
And in such life’s complex, weak is my frame
And sometimes I prayed but nothing has changed
It is then I remember, God’s Grace is arranged
VI
Death, that great enemy, knows where I live
It seized of my heart, those too precious to give
And when my doubts rise, and a question or two
It is then I remember, Grace has taken me through
VII
I do not have the answers to the storms and the cold
I do not know tomorrow and what tale may be told
And in that dark passage, many dangers may lurk
It is then I remember, Grace knows its own work
VIII
And when I am broken and the winds gust and gust
And all of my resources have crumbled to the dust
And this is the season of earth's pale demand
Even then I will remember; I am in God's hand.