The
glitz that blinds our eyes is gone tonight,
Like
flotsam bobbing on a tempest sea,
And
precious wealth today will soon be trite;
This
world is always drifting, always new,
Yet
most of us desire what we can't reach,
And
only when we shift our point of view
Do
we perceive a lighthouse on the beach.
God's
will is done by those who see the light
Then
tell their fellow man the way back home.
Without
the beacon in their line of sight
They
crash upon the rocks beneath the foam.
The will of God will surely set you
free,
Let Jesus be your Guide upon the
sea.
And the world passeth away,
and the lust thereof:
but he that doeth the will of God
abideth for ever.
1 John 2:17 KJV
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