Poems of Lighthouse Bob
All Dressed in White #180
When I gaze up at the stars, The Northern Lights, the “red” of Mars, I'm dazzled by true brilliance in my sight. Then I think that there must be A Higher Force than what I see Who's leading us by orchestra of Light. What darkness lies? Should I know What evil blinds our eyes below Where blanket of deep sorrows seize our night? Let us from this pain arise To look upon the twinkling skies To view the Golden City shining bright. When we see Him in the air With open arms and angels fair, Let's join with God in Heaven in our flight. With our God, let us all sing In “Glory” to our Living King Where like the angels we'll be dressed in white And shine like stars above through the night. -Lighthouse Bob |
