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If Not For Your Love !

If not for Your Love O Lord
If not for Your boundless Grace,
How could I in my grief and pain
Face what I now so face.
If not for Your ever presence Lord
If not for Your caring Hands each day,
How could I in my grief and pain
Face what comes my way.

If not for Your daily goodness Lord
If not for Your Love for me,
How could I in my grief and pain
Face and know one day I'll be free.
Yes free from this seeming turmoil
Through Lord Your enabling
As You uphold me in Your Arms of Love
Lord Jesus Christ my King.

© [ Neil Hodgson. 11/12/94 ]

The Master Potter !

You Lord are the Master Potter
I am but the clay,
You mould me, You shape me as You will
As You work in me each day.
You Lord are the Master Potter
The Master Craftsman working on me,
You form me daily into Your likeness
That one day I may be free.
You Lord are the Master Potter
You work in me in Love each day,
To make me each day a little more like You
As You daily remould the clay
You Lord are the Master Potter
May I never cease to do,
Yield myself as You work in me
Each day through and through.

© [ Neil Hodgson. 29/12/94 ]

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Lord I Asked !

Lord I asked for strength, that I might stand
I asked for guidance, by Your Hand;
Lord I asked for wisdom, true Wisdom from You
I asked for direction, as to what I must do.
Lord I asked for the enabling, to face another day
I asked for Your leading, along life's way;
Lord I asked for the ability, that I might cope
I asked in faith and put in You my hope.

Lord out of Love, You heard my cry
You brought true Peace, yet I wondered why;
For whatever reason, I do not know
I doubted You cared, yet this was not so.
For all the time You indeed cared for me
And out of Love, responded to my plea;
You answered my prayers, but in an unexpected way
And stood close by me, both night and day.

Even when my faith wavered, You stood by me
You guided my steps, when I could not see;
And when I fell down, You again lifted me
You opened my eyes and helped me to see.
Forgive me O Lord, I now ask of You
For doubting You cared, for me as You do;
For questioning Your love, how could I be so wrong
For when I was weak, You made me so strong.

And with me each day, You have walked close by
As I have faced many hardships, and so often cried;
Why is this Lord, so happening this way
And will I be able to see through this day?
Now as I look back, as the days have passed by
I can see You were ever, yes ever so nigh;
To be my companion, my very dear friend
Whose boundless love for me, would I know never end.

© [ Neil Hodgson. 24/8/95 ]

By The Potter's Hand !

Moulded, fashioned, by the Potter's Hand
With Loving Care, out of earthen clay,
Spinning swiftly, on the Potter's Wheel
Shaped by God's Hand, along life's way.
Into a form, as He daily so wills
As He fashions us, each day by day,
With Caring Hands, He moulds us in Love
Into what He wills, out of earthen clay.
As we each yield, to Him our all
With a willing heart, each day continually,
To mould us into vessels for Him
That will bring Him Praise, Honour and Glory.

Outside of God !

By ourselves outside of God, as with others we compete,
How can we ever rest in knowing, that without Him we’re incomplete.
Until to Him we yield all of ourselves, in order to so fulfill,
What is indeed His true desire, in accordance to His will.
According daily to His will, to His and never our own,
As we walk our road of faith, that leads us to His throne.
To that place from where He reigns and from where everyday,
He watches over and keeps us safe, each step along the way.

As we yield our all to Him, without any doubt or fear,
Only then can we press on, knowing that He’s ever near.
Ever near to our side, to carry whenever in need,
As we rest upon His Word and to His Spirit we heed.
As to His Spirit we do yield, in order to then fulfill,
Not our own but that which is, each day what is His will.
With a spirit that is yielded and never ceases to bring
To God everyday, a heart of praise and thanksgiving.

© [ Neil Hodgson. 24/10/2001 ]

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