You never told me back then,
That I'd never have a problem,
You never told me back then
That I'd never, ever fall;
You never told me back then,
All my prayers would be granted,
Yet, You made a promise:
You'd be with me through it all.

I stand on your promise, dear Jesus,
Whatever the outcome may be.
I trust in your promise, my Savior.
For Your grace is sufficient for me.

You never told me back then,
That my dreams would always come true;
You never told me back then,
That I'd never suffer loss;
But You promised me then
That Your grace would be sufficient,
I could cast my cares upon You,
And just leave them at the cross.

I stand on your promise, dear Jesus,
Whatever the outcome may be.
I trust in your promise, my Savior.
For Your grace is sufficient for me.



© 2007 by Kathryn Brandon;
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