One day at a time, with its failure and fears,
With its weakness and tears,
With its portion of pain and its burden of care;
One day at a time we must meet and must bear.
One day at a time,
But the day is so long
And the heart is not brave,
And the soul is not strong.
O Thou pitiful Christ,
Be Thou near all the way:
Give courage and paitence
and strength for the day.
Swift cometh this answer, so clear and so sweet,
"Yea, I will be with thee, thy troubles to meet;
I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve,
I will not forske thee, I will never leave."
One day at a time,
and a day is His day.
He hath numbered its hours,
Though they haste or delay.
His grace is suffiecent;
We walk not alone.
As the day so the strength
That He giveth His own.
* Annie Johnson Flint*
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