Nana’s Poem


Even though I was just a child, I could tell that it was a very special book. I remember my grandmother always kept it with her Bible.

She read from the little devotional so often that eventually the binding cracked and the cover fell apart. She patched it up and recovered it with a scrap of wallpaper – from the beautiful pink rose pattern she had just used to remodel her sitting room. It looked a little funny, but it was precious to her.

My grandmother’s love and devotion to God made such an impact on my life. When as a teenager, I renewed my own commitment to Christ, I asked my grandmother for a copy of the book she loved so much. (Streams in the Desert by L.B. Cowman) Later, I discovered that she had underlined her favorite passage for me, quoting a poem by Annie Johnson Flint.

As I look back on my grandmother’s life – all that God brought her through – I can see why those words meant so much to her. They mean so much to me today. Let me share them with you:

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase,
To added affliction He addeth His mercies,
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
But out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again.