The Scope of Your Graces

This song was adapted from the 43rd song (Below) in my book Unsung Songs. Grab yourself a copy of the book from Amazon.
The 43rd Song
See thou, Ya El Shaddai, that as for me,
Not a tear has been shed nor a groan passed,
Not a throe has been felt by your servant,
That has not been made known to you, O God.
I have set my hope and bourn upon thee,
Whose loving kindnesses are unsurpassed,
And does not tally or his troths recant.
I reckon the morrow is yours, O Lord.
Yea! Mine is not an isolated hope,
But of the recondite consummation,
Of the promises of God Almighty,
And the bespoke splendor due your people.
I would that my mind could savvy the scope
Of your graces and scheme of redemption,
For I would not despond so easily.
Withal, I wait upon you, even so.

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