The Lord came and I turned Him down, When all He wanted was turn my Jife around.
But He never gave up on me;
He loved me and just wouldn't let me be.
Why He kept trying, I do not know.
In the depths of my sins He still loved me so.
On the scale of sin, very high I would rate, But what if I had waited until it was too late?
Lord, why did I put off so long coming to You, When only good was what You had in mind to do?
It would have been an awful fate, If I had waited until it was too late.
How could You put up with my rejection? It was because of Your love and affection. How much longer, Lord, would You wait,
Before it would have been too late?
How many more times would You have spoken?
How many times Your heart have I broken?
You saw my terrible state.
Would You try again before it was too late?
I'm glad I finally made Jesus Lord that day. N ow He will be with me each step of the way.
I am so glad You never gave up on me, And You just wouldn't let me be.
Only You could change my heart,
And take away sin that was keeping us apart.
Thank You, Lord, that I am now forgiven.
To make up time, give me the Spirit to be driven.

Look at that old lighthouse standing high on the hill, It has brought so much joy and many a thrill.
So many people have enjoyed visiting this place, Where the children ran up and down the hill in a race.
No longer does the light in the lighthouse burn bright.
It is now dark where once it had a light.
No longer do visitors come and go,
For so many of the older ones will miss it so.
Many have enjoyed looking out from its top.
From there the children let their pop cans drop.
Many went there with their children and their wives, It just seemed to bring something special to their lives.
There is no need to walk up the hill anymore.
There is no longer a light burning along that shore. Why was it closed, just because it was getting old?
It is like a statue standing there all alone in the cold.
But old memories seem to never die.
They just see the old lighthouse toward the sky.
How many lives did it save?
How many has it kept from going to a watery grave?
I regret that light will no longer burn.
The big ships it will no longer turn.
And all the joy coming here it once brought, And things to the children that it taught.
But there is still one lighthouse burning bright.
Christ the Lamb, He said, "I am the Light".
So come, that Light will never steer you wrong, In your heart there can still be joy, and a new song.
He is still that bright Beacon standing on the hill.
For the weary traveler it will burn bright still. So come to Me, from the rocks and the cold ... You are safe now, My arms around you I fold.