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The LightHouse

There`s a lighthouse on the hillside that overlooks life`s sea
When I`m tossed it sends out light, light that I might see
And the light that shines in darkness now will safely lead me o`er
If it wasn`t for that lighthouse my ship would be no more.

And I thank God for the lighthouse, I owe my life to him
For Jesus is the lighthouse, and from the rocks of sin
He has shown the light around me that I might clearly see
And if it wasn`t for the lighthouse then where would this ship be?



Everybody that lives around us,
said tear that old lighthouse down
The big ships don`t sail this way anymore,
there`s no use in it standing around
Then my mind goes back to that stormy night,
when just in time I saw the light
Yes, the light from that old lighthouse,
that stands up there on the hill...


And I thank God for the lighthouse, I owe my life to him
For Jesus is the lighthouse, and from the rocks of sin
He has shown the light around me that I might clearly see
And if it wasn`t for the lighthouse, then where would this ship be?




Healed and Whole

One day I dug a little hole
And put my hurt inside,
I thought that I could just forget,
I'd put it there to hide.

But that little hurt began to grow
I covered it every day
I couldn't leave it and go on
It seemed the price I had to pay.

My joy was gone, my heart was sad
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me
Loving seemed too hard to do.

One day, while standing by my hole
I cried to God above
And said, "If You are really there
They say, You're a God of Love!

And just like that -- He was right there
And just put His arms around me
He wiped my tears, His hurting child
There was no safer place to be.

I told Him all about my hurt
I opened up my heart
He listened to each and every word
To every sordid part.

I dug down deep and got my hurt
I brushed the dirt away
And placed it in the Master's hand
And healing came that day.

He took the blackness of my soul
And set my spirit FREE!
Something beautiful began to grow
Where the hurt used to be.

And when I look at what has grown
Out of my tears and pain I remember
every day to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.

~Author Carol Parrott~




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