When you've tried and failed, trusting in yourself,
Faith is where you fall when there's nothing left.
Patiently secure, where it's always been,
Grace is what you find when your searching ends.
At last you acknowledge your only Help;
God is Whom you call when there's no one else.
When you're grasping your faith, dangling by grace,
Clinging to God, Who's in charge of your fate,
Love summons mercy's compassionate care;
He'll always hear His child's desperate prayer.
For I know the plans I have for you,
declares the Lord, plans to prosper you
and not to harm you, plans to give you hope
and a future. Then you will call upon me
and come and pray to me,
and I will listen to you.
Jeremiah 29:11-12 [NIV]
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