We all need a light,
To find our way;
We all need a friend,
That never sways.
A bright, brilliant star,
In the twilight sky;
A warm, burning torch,
For the caves of life.
Find those good friends,
Genuine and true;
Those friends will stay,
Forever with you.
Friends are, first, strangers,
That do not depart;
Strangers become friends,
Who stay in your heart.
Even in the depths,
Darkest and deepest;
God sends us some light,
A friend to keep us.
Their encouraging shine,
You lovingly know;
It spreads to others,
As you now glow!
A beautiful flame,
Your friend is to you;
Caring and warm,
A friend forever true.
I will be that comrade,
That will never leave;
Through trials and times,
Though hopeless they seem.
Look around at everyone,
Find those who are true;
They will not be far away,
And when you need them, they’ll find you.
On a walk through sunny shade,
The wind whispers gently through the trees;
The path before, like lemonade,
Yellow, golden, fallen autumn leaves.
Even in these quiet times;
There are changes so uncertain;
Yet God still gives us sunshine.
The clouds of doubt are now broken.
Once the leaves from trees have all fallen,
To the floor of the forest so far;
Once they darken, and their gold is stolen,
How barren the birch trees now are.
The leaves will grow back after a season,
Even though the trees appear dead.
Just so, every scar, bruise, and grievance,
Will heal after time trods ahead.
Take heart, have faith, seek Christ right now;
Though now may seem so sorrowful.
Time will tell what, when, and how;
The spring will bring something wonderful.
And so I find comfort, on a walk,
Through the shadows of today;
I thank God, for the lessons I’m taught;
As I walk on a golden pathway.
As we reach Midsummer’s Eve,
I stop and see, all the green;
leaves, grass, moss and trees,
in sunshine’s bright and brilliant beams.
Twilight comes and passes fast,
The moon still hides in Hatcher Pass;
I wait in the land of the Midnight Sun,
Wait for tomorrow to finally come.
Adventure awaits each day of mine,
Some slow, some fast, and some just right;
I enjoy the day, the sun so bright,
I thank the Lord for His sacrifice.
Like the leaf that lives in seasons but once,
So Christ gave salvation to all of us;
Though dead on a twig he fell to the earth,
Springtime brought resurrection, new birth!
So I look at this leaf that grows,
And wonder at what God has done;
This green creation He did sew alone,
The branch it stays home until autumn.
When it leaves the twig, it mourns so sound,
Joins it’s brothers on the ground;
It will return when the season comes,
When it does, it will sing a brand new song!
My friend so green, with eyes of a leaf,
Looks to find, a sweet relief.
God blows the wind, wherever He will,
Follow the wind, follow His will…
I jump, I hop, I skip around,
To songs, so lively a sound!
My feet, my hands, I turn them around,
Until I’m flat on the ground!
I’ll grab your hand, and dance with you;
No matter the time, no matter how soon!
We’ll laugh and sing a glorious tune,
Together, barefoot, no shoes!
Dance with me, this crazy jig,
Circles, swings, and moves so big!
As you start, as you begin,
Watch out for wild thingumajigs!
I thank the Lord for feet so free,
That I can run, that I can sing!
He gave me my voice, my breath, my feet,
Barefoot, obliged, rejoicing!
Every day is dance or song,
By God’s grace, we’ll carry on!
Sun, rain, wind and storm,
He is the source of my song!
So join me now in dance and song,
We’ll carry on ’til the day is gone!
Off to bed we slip at night…
Barefoot again by the morn’s first light!
We enter the battlefield,
Like champions we march;
To do battle with the other,
A violent deathmatch.
The flick of a wrist,
The wrench of an arm;
The bodies will twist,
But we march ever on!
We run to and fro,
Like hounds in a chase;
To catch the white rabbit,
Which always escapes.
Why do we do this?
What purpose does it serve,
To go crashing and smashing,
Til we all go home hurt?
For glory, for honor,
Or so it might seem;
But it is for Christ,
That I, enjoy this misery.
The King of the Ages,
Ancient before days;
Has given His Word,
A mighty strong blade.
We fight a long war,
In the battle of life;
But I will never surrender
Now that He’s in my life.
I will run onward,
Past all the enemies;
And take the frisbee,
All the way to victory.