My Grace Is Sufficient For You
My Grace Is Sufficient For You
2 Corinthians 12 : 9
If none of God’s saints were poor and tried, we should not know half so well the consolations of divine grace. When we find the wanderer who has nowhere to lay his head who still can say, “I will trust in the Lord,” or when we see the pauper starving on bread and water who still glories in Jesus, when we see the bereaved widow overwhelmed in affliction and yet having faith in Christ—oh, what honor it reflects on the Gospel. God’s grace is illustrated and magnified in the poverty and trials of believers. Saints bear up under every discouragement, believing that all things work together for their good, and that out of apparent evils a real blessing shall ultimately spring—that their God will either work a deliverance for them speedily or most assuredly support them in the trouble, as long as He is pleased to keep them in it. This patience of the saints proves the power of divine grace. There is a lighthouse out at sea: It is a calm night—I cannot tell whether the edifice is firm. The tempest must rage about it, and then I shall know whether it will stand. So with the Spirit’s work: If it were not on many occasions surrounded with tempestuous waters, we would not know that it was true and strong; if the winds did not blow upon it, we would not know how firm and secure it was. The masterworks of God are those men who stand in the midst of difficulties steadfast, unmovable
Calm mid the bewildering cry, Confident of victory.
The one who would glorify his God must be prepared to meet with many trials. No one can be illustrious before the Lord unless his conflicts are many. If, then, yours is a much tried path, rejoice in it, because you will be better able to display the all-sufficient grace of God. As for His failing you, never dream of it—hate the thought. The God who has been sufficient until now should be trusted to the end.
Culled from Morning and Evening by C H Spurgeon.
I was lost when you found me here
You pulled me close and held me near
And I’m a fool but still you love
I’ll be your fool for the king of love
He gave me wings so I could fly
And gave me a song to color the sky
And all I have is all from you
And all I want is all of you
It’s grace, grace
I’m nothing without you
Grace, your grace
Shines on me
And there’ve been days when I’ve walked away
Too much to carry Nothing left to say
Forgive me Lord when I’m weak and lost
You traded heaven for a wooden cross
And all these years you’ve carried me
You’ve been my eyes when I could not see
And beauty grows in the driving rain
You’re oil of gladness in the times of pain
It’s grace, your grace, I’m nothing without you
Grace, your grace, Your grace, your grace
I’m nothing without you
Grace, your grace, Shines on me oh yeah
Shines on me, Shines on me
I’m everything with you
Shines on me, Shines on me
It’s your grace
Shines on me, Your grace
