My Pot Of Gold

 Sometimes I feel so tired..

Sometimes I feel so weak..

Sometimes I feel so lonely..

And on my knees I weep.


When my back is against the wall..

And my strength is not there..

So I fall.

I remember the days when you held my hand..

And picked up the pieces..

And taught me how to stand.


If living without you..

Is my pot of gold..

I would live as a pauper..

For YOU are my world.

I would rather have Jesus..

Than the riches of this world..

So come heavenly Father..

You are my heat in the cold.




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