Their an old lighthouse waiting for me
along the sea shore,
the old lighthouse is safely guiding me
through the storm,
And over dangerous reefs of sin,
As my light is shining it was through
the dark trouble waters,
I can now see thhe lights of home upon
heaven shore,
I don't have a boat, and I'm not out at sea,
But I feel as though your light is guiding
"within" me,
I feel the light shining strong so I want
lose my way,
Whether arriving from the sea or standing
real near,
I feel no fear for Jesus is my lighthouse
guiding me home,
As that old light house is shining I feel
a gleam of hope,
Now I know Jesus is my lighthouse,
He the lighthouse in the mist of the storm,
One who holds the lantern.
He there when I don't know what to do,
He hold a candle over angry waves so deep,
He my shining rock my fortress my strong
pilot,
He the one who answer my every call,
The one who throw out the life line,
when I'm drifting to far from the shore
of home,
Jesus is my lighthouse,
For in him I'll abide,
He held out his hand,
When I am weary calling me back to
the shore of home,
Yes my lighthouse in Heaven above,