THE POTTER'S HANDS

The potter's hands mold and make me every day,
As I go along the way.
They keep me covered by the blood,
For when the enemy comes in like a flood.

They break me down to keep me from my sin,
Because it does not matter where I have been.
They keep me safe and warm,
And protect me from the storm.

I'm glad I'm in the potter's hands.

Author: Crystal Stockwell
©8-21-1998

OH WHAT A FRIEND

Oh, what a friend, so true, so kind,
Jesus, this friend of mine.
He helps me through the day,
He provides for me a way.

He's there for me when I need him the most,
When I need comfort, he holds me close.
His blessings come down like a shower,
He keeps me safe by his holy power.

Author: Crystal Stockwell
©6-10-1998

RIVER OF TEARS

When I look down from above,
My heart so full of love.
But, when I see the sin this world, my heart breaks in two.
I died and proved my love for you.

Yet, it seems not to be enough,
I have proven my love time and again you still refuse me.
Again, my heart breaks and my tears flow like a river,
I feel the nails, I hear the hammer, I am crucified again.

I stand at the door knocking, please, let me in.
I'll be your everything, even your friend.
I'll dry your tears away,
I'll help you another day.

Author: Crystal Stockwell
©8-01-2003