Here is one of the pages that didn't make the cut. I can understand. It's quite simple. But I love the poem and the photo is one that my husband took at the Temple Square visitor center when we went to see the lights one Christmas. I know I have shared this before, but I plan to put up all the pages that I submitted that were not published and then create a few more to add to it, just for fun. I might even post a few page sketches too. Anyway, enjoy!
He Giveth More
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction he addeth his mercy,
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;
For out of his infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again.
by Annie Johnson Flint