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Created on: April 02, 2010
THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER
Sitting on the sandy beach
looking out to sea,
waves rolling in upon the shore,
a blue sky over me,
I thought how marvelous these moments,
my life relaxed and filled with peace;
it’s so safe here in the harbor,
all my troubles out of reach
and for the moment forgotten
as I sat there on the beach.
I noticed in the distance,
a lighthouse on a cliff.
By the day, though it’s aesthetic,
it’s at night it truly shines,
a beacon in the darkness
guiding sailors safely home
Safely away from any danger,
casting a path across the water
to let them know they’re not alone.
The keeper of the lighthouse
lights the way so we may see
through the fog and through the storms
so we may come home safely.
In the lighthouse is the keeper,
always watching, always guiding,
faithful and trustworthy,
always there abiding,
keeping the light burning
to shine a pathway home.
I felt so safe there in the harbor,
all my troubles out of reach,
for the moment all forgotten
as I sat there on the beach
with the lighthouse in the distance
and a clear sky over me.
The keeper of the lighthouse,
what a good analogy;
Jesus, our lighthouse keeper
lighting the way for you and me,
always watchful, always guiding,
lighting the path for us,
I thought, yes, it’s the lighthouse keeper
in whom sailors put their trust
just as my heart does in Jesus
as I sail o’er this life’s seas
heading toward the harbor
with His light guiding me.
He is my lighthouse keeper
lighting my pathway home
and with Jesus in the lighthouse
I shall never sail alone.
His light is always shining,
lighting the way across life’s seas,
guiding me that safe harbor
where the keeper waits for me.
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