The Light of Sight

He opened my eyes so I could see
The power of his light
For once I saw His light so dim
But now it shines so bright.

Now I see what I was once
For He changed me from within
I tried to fight to live my life
But, I found I still had sin.

It's hard to live a sin-free life
But I know that I should try
To do the things He has planned for me
Before the day I die.

I love my Lord unconditionally
For I know what's wrong or right
He changed me into the man I am
A man that now has sight.

I'm Crossing Over

I'm crossing over,
nothing is going to stop me
not the storm, not the wind
not the waves on the sea.

I'm crossing over,
I'll not go down with the ship
I'm hanging on to the helm
Jesus will keep me in His grip.

I'm crossing over,
soon I will be on safe ground
I'm not going to panic
Jesus won't let me drown.

I'm crossing over,
there's nothing to get in my way
I'm not losing my direction
Jesus is with me night and day.

I'm crossing over,
I won't be tossed all about
there isn't a storm I can't beat
Jesus cures my every doubt.

I'm crossing over,
nothing is going to stop me now
I'll fight the tempest in front of me
and Jesus is going to show me how!

Matthew 14:24
King James Version

"But the ship was now in the midst of the 
sea,tossed with waves: for the wind was 
contrary."

Mountain

My troubles seem a mountain high
And there’s no way across.
This mountain’s grown to touch the sky;
But soon will know who’s boss.

Oh, mountain standing tall and proud,
It’s time for you to move.
My God and I feel three’s a crowd
And I have faith to prove.

For faith as small as mustard seed
Will cause a mountain - steep,
To bow before its Lord, indeed!
Hear now my need and leap.

“But who are you”, I heard him say,
“To tell me what to do?
You’ll never move my rock and clay,
You surely know it’s true.”

Yet, what are mountains but a mound
Of dirt and rock and sod?
Can you refuse divinely crowned,
Empowered child of God?

My power doesn’t come from me
And neither does my will.
Before my God Almighty flee,
You itty-bitty hill.

Life is a Gift

Life is sometimes painful
Yet, life is surely a gift
Even when God allows this
For the evil one to sift.

I am feeling more than sifted
So tired, and just plain through
Thoughts rage through my mind
Wondering what I should do?

A monumental waste of time
To think that I had a plan
Well, plans vanish in the air
I can't, but my God can.

Thinking I had it covered
But there never was a chance
When blindsided recognition came
God engineers every circumstance.

Life is a gift from God
For He sends friends abound
Falling into a fitful sleep, yet
This morning the gift, I found.

They have gathered faithfully
As Christians remain so true
Life though fraught with pain, but
Their prayers flow, replenish, renew.

Thank you Lord for this gift
They came to me this morn
Lifted a spirit feeling low
A heart heavy and forlorn.

Life is a gift from God
Now another day is here
Thank you for these precious ones
That came to bring good cheer.

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