You Never Walk Alone

You Never Walk Alone

You never walk alone, 
in this life you live; 
You never walk alone 
for God will surely give; 
All the love that you need 
to live a life of peace, 
And the blessings of the 
Lord will surely never cease. 

You never walk alone 
as on through life you trod; 
You never walk alone 
for you are a child of God. 
You are precious to your savior, 
your master and your King, 
And for the love he gives to you 
your heart will surely sing! 

You never walk alone 
even when death is at the door, 
For Christ will surely guide you 
safely to his kingdoms shore; 
And in this kingdom you will dwell 
in the masters care, 
And all the glory that is his 
you will surely share. 

So please remember as you live 
and walk upon this earth; 
You've never walked alone 
even from your day of birth; 
For christ has always been by your side 
taking care of you. 
And if you'll look back over your life 
I'm sure you'll find its true. 
You never walk alone! 

Where Time Stands Still

I found myself in desperate hope -

I couldn't sing, I couldn't cope
with city's noise that so annoys
and racing time as sin destroys.

Among the city's working slave
and the great ocean's pounding wave,
the time slipped past and flowed so fast.
I prayed for peace - that it would last.

I'd often pray while I would dream
of peaceful life beside a stream -
where acorns drop from high atop
the tallest trees - where time would stop.

Alarmingly high from rocky ledge -
through prayer I found the river's edge.
But there were graves in ocean caves
where men sought shelter from the waves.

I climbed down from my lofty pride
where many stumbled, many died.
In danger, pled I, humble cry
that I should live and never die.

Confessing I, reached deep within
repenting of my ev'ry sin.
And when I found that solid ground,
the grasses, green, were all around.

For all the beauty I did thank
my God along that river bank.
In answered prayer, without a care -
through faithfulness, I found Him there.

And then upstream, a path I took
along a creek, then bubbling brook.
Continued I, to walk on by
all other things that caught my eye.

The water clear, refreshing, clean
was prettier than ever seen.
As if possessed, I couldn't rest -
so feet pressed on. I was His guest.

Beside His living, bubbling spring.
I found my voice and I can sing.
It is so sweet. It is complete.
All time stands still with no repeat.

I tarry there in peaceful prayer.
I'm in His arms and do not care
for futile lies and futile cries
of man's deceptions as he dies.

His living spring of water lives!
It never takes - but always gives.
I sought His will and found the thrill
of living where all time stands still.

THE BRIDGE BUILDER

THE BRIDGE BUILDER
   
An old man going a lone highway
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and wide and steep,
With waters rolling cold and deep.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting your strength with building here.
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way.
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build you this bridge at eventide?

The builder lifted his old gray head.
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
The chasm that was nought to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim