You Are The Boss, Lord

You Are The Boss, Lord
You are the Potter... I am the clay
Make me... shape me in Your own way
I am Your servant... You are the Boss
I come willingly and will help carry Your Cross

I am the sinner, You are so pure
It's rough here, but I will endure
I am so weak and broken down
You shine like a Star... with Your beautiful crown

  I am the sick, and You are the Healer
I am the cards and You are the Dealer
I'm like a lost sheep and You always find me
I doubt at times, but Lord not about Thee

You are so strong while I am so weak
Cover me Lord, as I go to sleep
You just lead and I'll follow behind
And not a crossroads for me to find

I have a small little light
and You shine so bright
I'll bear mine and it'll be like a flame
That says Jesus is coming, Yes that's His name

  My little light will be the very one
That is leaning to the battling sun
You leave footprints and I'll walk beside
Follow you right on to where you reside

I'm a little slow in carrying my Cross
But you are undefeated and are the Boss
I'm living no longer like in make believe
You've pulled me and carried me... I will achieve
I'll have a candle with an angel on it
No halo yet, but we'll make one fit

I'll not be the one with the loudest bark
I'll be like a trembling... singing meadow lark
I'll not be the one with smiles on my face
You'll know me cause You're giving me Your Grace

Boss... there is one thing I'd really like to bring
It's alive and just a bitty and loving thing
Would you believe my dog, I love
You put us together and she was sent from You above
She needed a home and I needed a friend
Thank You for her... My Father and Friend

  Getting ready to wake in the morn
And see what you have done and the new born
With a new day and all new things
Anxious to  see what tomorrow brings


Written By Shirley Updike
October 16, 2004
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