He is a beacon of hope
For the storms of life
A light in the pitch black
Darkness of night
He is the outstretched hand
Of the closest friend
As the waters rise over your head
And then…
You finally realize
He offers Saving Grace
And you responded too often
With a slap in His face
Yet His arms are still extended
Lifting your head above
The treacherous water
So, you take hold of
His hand and He pulls you
To safe, dry, land
But you’re exhausted now
And can hardly stand
To look at the hands
That rescued you
Scarred by the nails
Driven in by me and you
And others like us
Who’ve had no regard
For the life He lived
That was way too hard
For reprehensible man
To replicate
For deplorable woman
To emulate
But He is The Good Shepherd
We are his to throw away…or keep
He said, “For my Father has given them to me
And I lay down my life for the sheep”
He said, “My sheep they know me and
They hear my voice”
But he gave everyone free will
Yes, He gave us all a choice
And all He ever demanded
Was that we love as He did
For the greatest love ever shown
Laid down His life for His friends
Yes, He is a beacon of hope
For every circumstance in life
He is the light in the pitch black
Darkness of night
So, in your final hours
On who’s light will you depend?
My Beacon of Hope is Jesus
He is my light, my life, my friend