Poetry

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AN OLD BEACON LIGHT

I WAS AN OLD BEACON LIGHT
I STOOD THERE ON THE SHORE
SUBJECT TO ALL THE WINDS
AND TO HEAR THE OCEAN ROAR

MY WINDOWS WERE ALL CRACKED
FOGGED OVER FROM THE HAZE
I WAS NO SIGNAL FOR NOTHING
NO SHIPS WOULD FIND THIER WAY

MY PAINT WAS ALL FADED
MY LIGHT WAS BURNED OUT
I HOPED THAT A BIG STORM
WOULD FINALLY TAKE ME OUT

WITH ALL HOPES JUST FADING
OF NO REPAIR TO COME MY WAY
AT MY LOWEST POINT OF LIFE
THIS BEACON BEGAN TO PRAY

THATS WHEN JESUS WALKED BY
HE KNOCKED TO COME IN
THEN TO MY GLAD SURPRISE
MY RESTORATION THEN BEGAN

HE MADE ME A PRETTY SITE
AND ALL THE SHIPS COULD SEE
I ASKED HOW I COULD THANK HIM
THATS WHEN HE SAID " FOLLOW ME"

NOW I SHINE FOR JESUS
BECAUSE HE HEARD ME PRAY
AND NOT ONLY THE LOST SHIPS
I ALSO NOW KNOW MY WAY

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