"Deep In Every Sorrow Wrought" by Wesley Tyler Robinson

[A short poem; dedicated to the life of Brylee Grace Watson, the members of her family, and for the church as a whole; to spur on to the worship of the Lord & to ease of the consciousness of all who weep and mourn over the loss, but seek to trust in Christ alone and His greatness for our assurance, security, righteousness, and hope. We may cry & grieve over what has happened, but we will praise the Lord, for He is our righteousness, and now He holds this precious little girl in His sovereign arms.]

"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." - 2 Corinthians 12:9

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Deep in every sorrow wrought,
Through all of sin & death;
We weep for all our souls to spot,
Thy Grace in every breath.

Though Satan stands to buffet,
Though now we suffer and groan;
We praise Thy Son who reigns on summit,
Upon His glorious throne.

Though this world may be askew,
And evil madness soars;
Thy Sovereign face will see us through,
Still to Jordan's shore.

For in love Thy Son has found us,
And in love Thy Son has died;
In truth Thou hast shown us,
Thy love can satisfy.

So for every pain & prick,
From every Sovereign sore;
Let us praise the Lord divine,
And trust Him forevermore.