Morning by morning I wake up to find
The power and comfort of God’s hand in mine
Season by season I watch Him, amazed
In awe of the mystery of His perfect ways
All I have need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful to me.
I can’t remember a trial or a pain
He did not recycle to bring me gain
I can’t remember one single regret
In serving God only, and trusting His hand
All I have need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful to me.
This is my anthem, this is my song
The theme of the stories I’ve heard for so long
God has been faithful, He will be again
His loving compassion, it knows no end
All I have need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful, He’s always been faithful
He’s always been faithful to me.
- Sara Groves, He's Always Been Faithful
(note: I don't know what church or chapel that bell tower belongs to. I discovered it peaking over the orchard, yet tucked back on private land as I was driving nearby late this afternoon. I want to find out more. And yes, those are orange trees- orange trees that are beginning to blossom and smell even more divine than you might possibly imagine. Yes, I am yet amazed that I can smell orange blossoms and it is yet February. And yes, I was wearing flipflops besides. Glory! Orange blossom photos certainly coming soon...)
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