Poetry

God Of All My Days

by Jacob Hawkins 
04/08/21
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I don’t have to see you to know that you are real.
This ain’t about me nor how I think or feel.
I don’t have touch you to know that I’m adored.
I don’t have to hear you, to know you love me Lord.

Watch you’ve done for me is more, than I have the words to say.
Lord help me like you, each and everyday.

Let me be patient; let be me kind.
Let me humble, all of the time.

In season and out of season
I am blessed, you are the reason.

For all I own, isn’t mine
For everything, it is thine.

You’re Potter, I’m the clay.
Shape and mold, day by day.

You’re Artist, I’m the plaster.
I’m your servant, You’re the Master.

You’re the Author, and Creator.
There is no one else, tell me who is greater?

Your thoughts are not mine, neither are Your ways.
Help me stay on Your path, God of all my days.