die (prod. qionxo)

Even Though, We Now Be Parted

Useful Again

A Fact's A Fact

We're Trusting In The Help Of God- (Easy for Children!)

Heavenly, Places Here On Earth

I'll Wait Here

God will magnify his goodness, all his power he will show
Through the working of his spirit, well his own this keeping know
He will gather in his people, he’ll seethe the pottage, set the pot
He’ll gather in the herbs they offer, the wild gourds and vines they’ve brought
He’ll empty laps of burdens, even that which they knew not
But alas, without his blessing, there is but poison in the pot.
Put it in the kettle, Close the pot for it is black
Cry aloud, without his blessing all is poison, death and lack
Shred the little that we offer, mixed with earnesty of thought
And God alone will turn to blessing, that which we put within the pot
There is poison, there is poison in the pot
There nothing that’s redeeming, in the weeds of life we’ve brought
But God will magnify his goodness, he will strengthen, heart and thought
God alone will turn to blessing, that which we put within the pot
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God will satisfy with plenty, when the famine vexes sore
He will bless the weeds we offer, found on knees, by weak hands bore
He will gather in his people, he’ll seethe the pottage, set the pot
Gather in the herbs they offer, the wild gourds and vines they’ve brought
He will add within their presence, the meal, the sustenance he bought
Pour it out, for by his blessing, there is now life within the pot
Put it in the kettle, Close the pot for it is black
Cry aloud, without his blessing all is poison, death and lack
Shred the little that we offer, mixed with earnesty of thought
And God alone will turn to blessing, that which we put within the pot
There is poison, there is poison in the pot
There nothing that’s redeeming, in the weeds of life we’ve brought
But God will magnify his goodness, he will strengthen, heart and thought
God alone will turn to blessing, that which we put within the pot

There Is Poison In The Pot (2 Kings 4vs38)

When The Watchman Blows The Trumpet

I Hope I Didn't Miss Your Voice

I Will Not Be Returning (No, Nay, Never)

We're Trusting In The Help Of God- (Easy for Children!)

Hymns For His