Will every sailor get a chance to see it
Even in the wildest storm
It shows you the way to shore
Light it bright that all may follow it
Keep it clean
So that all have a good chance to see
People will not learn the way or take the chance to flee from evil
Better to not speak of things you're not sure of, yet ask the question
Once answered, if you know your actions to be evil why wouldn't you flee from it?
There are many things I still don't understand but I know enough to try and stay living the right way, I suppose sometimes people have fear. Fear of changing, fear of being so wrong about something. It's almost paralyzing. It'll fill you with guilt to know that you did something not so good. A lie, a misdeed whatever it sin it is. Flee from it. Evil will always rear its ugly head one way or another and you should always look to depend on the Lord for guidance. When he offers it, will you follow it? Will you acknowledge the call of his voice?
This is where I fall in to a big ditch, while I do not fear for myself I fear for those I love the most, as my own blood. Will they see the way too. Will they flee from evil too? And it seems so futile to express this feeling of loss to someone who has to experience this feeling of loss over and over again on a magnitude I dare not dream.
I love to make things beautiful. The songs I sing I hear them sang for the Lord. But if they will not heed his call, if they will not leave their sin despite being shown the mathematical impossibilities of his existence, I weep.
Father, give me strength to carry to carry this as far as you'll allow me. I flee from evil, and the evil they've done I cannot fathom myself. It breaks my heart into a million pieces.
The deception
The lies
The miss pointing
The misleading
ON PURPOSE. As it says, as it has always been. I once was lost, but now am found. By your side I long to be, day and night. And I walk behind you regardless of where it takes me.
Tho, I do not know your name to be honest. It's changed so much, this history has been so warped. So turned. Down is up… east is west. So I follow the guiding light. And I beg, beg on my knees for all who hear me clearly.
Follow the Lord your god. From whom all things came! Every beautiful thing on this planet, great and small. So that Earth may be restored from the corruption that was spread throughout it.
And if I overstep in this human form, I beg your correction over my demise. Oh this wicked sense of humor. God has seen my life, and he has corrected me. I will serve him only. And take his correction his guidance to heart.
THERE IS NO GREATER LOVE
The sun
The moon
The truth
Didn't proof read. Life on the edge.