Hope Calls
I’ve been beaten . . . severely,
yet God loves me and
does not bring me to death,
I Love today,
t’is the day given by God;
I rejoice and am glad.
By God’s grace,
I am what I am;
I will be what he allows.
God’s grace is within -
He allows me to work hard,
and shields my spiritual path.
His grace,
a call to hope,
my strength, my salvation, my song!
© Russell Kendall Carter
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