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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