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The Lighthouse
Up on the hill so tall and remote, the lighthouse was beckoning me
Tattered and torn was my little boat, lost on the waves of the sea.
Alone and confused, tossed by the storm
In darkness I rode the great wave;
The light from the lighthouse was searching for me
Seeking my life to save.
If it wasn't for Jesus the Lighthouse
My sorrow and pain would prevail,
But love and joy steer the course of my boat
As onward in Him I sail.
He took away my sorrow, He removed my pain and fright,
I thank God for that Lighthouse,
His love now my delight.
©Grace Malara-Aiello 2003
Dedicated to Gerry
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