Lost out on the sea...like a ship with no sails tossed to and fro on the angry waves of a stormy gale. Don't know where to turn..so I call on the Lord. Don't want to lose my ship o the cliffs of a rocky shore.
So I hold on tight to the wheel...I turn my ship to the wind... I squint my eyes in the rain...and I call on the Master again.
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And there He stands...up on the hill...that old lighthouse shining still. On the rock...standing tall...holding firm in the face o a squall. Angry billows may roll..I can hear the waves come crashing. Where would I be without that keeper on the hill, and that old lighthouse shining still?
Such a beautiful day...out on the open sea. Nothing but the sun on my face and the breeze until suddenly the wind turns to a howl...and the thunder roars. The pouring rain obscures my view of the distant shore.
So I hold on tight to the wheel...I turn my ship to the wind. I squint my eyes in the rain...and I call on the Master again.
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And there He stands...up on the hill...that old lighthouse shining still. On the rock...standing tall...holding firm in the face of a squall. Angry billows may roll...I can hear the waves come crashing Where would I be without that keeper? (Where would I be without King Jesus?) Where would I be without that keeper on the hill? and that old lighthouse shining still?
