By Esther
As we look to the sky and see God drawing nigh.
As Gabriel blows his horn a thousand years we will mourn.
As God shows us our lives there is great regret in our eyes.
As we enter heavens gate, for some it is too late.
As we sit down to feast, Jesus Christ considers himself least.
Consider this my friend, serve Jesus till the end.
~The Lighthouse~
By Esther
My ship was away out at sea
At the bottom of the ocean
I thought I would be
I let the time pass as I drifted evermore
Looking out at the horizon for a glimpse of the shore
Distressed and discouraged with no other hope
I had finally reached the end of my rope
When out of the corner of my eye I saw something bright
Along the horizon there was a light
A slight bit of hope had reached my hearts core
As I gradually started rowing to what I thought was the shore
When I finally found from where the light was shining
I thought to myself it couldn’t have had a better timing
For standing there so magnificent and tall
Was a lighthouse shining for all
Since that day out at sea
A lighthouse means so much more to me
For the message it sends and the hope that it brings to the sailor lost at sea
Just follow the light illuminating from the shore
And you wont be lost anymore.
Taking Time For Others
If we always take a moment out
when others turn to us
for comfort or encouragement
or cheer,
When they have feelings to express,
or problems to discuss,
or when they simply need
to have us near,
If we always take a moment out
to be concerned and kind,
to offer warmth,
to help and share and give,
If we always take a moment out
for others...then we'll find
there'll be more pleasure
in each day we live.
He's Always There
By
Esther
Through the tears and the pain
Through the sunshine and rain
When you're lonely and what you have is in the mirror
Always look to Jesus, he's all you need to fear
Sometimes our trials and troubles, they are hard to bear
Just take them to the cross, we can always leave them there.
The treasures of this world, though a comfort they may seem
They tend to pass us by, just like a little stream
When we put our hope in Jesus Christ alone
We can always reach him though not by telephone
Just bow your head to Jesus and say a little prayer
And in the end you'll find he's always there.
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