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Were It Not For You

by Betty Baker Bailey

Where would I be, Jehovah,

Were it not for You?

Forget returning to the sod,

Oblivion would have to do.

You are the God who made us all.

None fathom Your true worth.

You love the meek and keep the small

Who gather at Your hearth.

Where would I be, Holy Spirit,

Were it not for You?

Falling fast into the pit

As the blind are sure to do.

You are the God who lets us know

The true depth of Your love.

And when we are too full of woe

You touch us from above.

Where would I be, Loving Savior,

Were it not for You?

Lost outside forgiveness’ door,

Adrift without a clue.

You are the Lord who came and died

To save us from our sin.

Though some prefer this fact denied,

You are the gate that we must go in.

I praise You, Father, and choose You, God;

The One I want to please.

And ask that You, by Your sweet grace,

Answer quick my bended knees.

I thank You, Spirit, for Your touch.

I weep at Your embrace.

You keep me from the winding way;

My focus on His face.

I thank You, Yeshuah. You are Lord

And lover of my soul.

In Your steps I follow close,

Obedience my goal.

I will praise You in the morning

And worship You at night.

For You alone are worthy.

No one can match Your might.

I stand in awe before Your throne.

I worship and I bow.

For You alone are God of all,

Past, present, and the now!

I thank You through quiet tears.

Your presence is so great

My being trembles to be near

The One who wholly sates.

Help me as I worship You

With what I have to give

For what is life if we don’t serve

The One who made us live?