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The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

There's a Lighthouse on the hillside
And it over looks life's sea
When I'm tossed don't you know,
It sends out a light
A light that I might see

And the light that shines in darkness now
Will someday safely lead me home
I know If it wasn't for that old Lighthouse
I know my ship would sail no more

Everybody that lives around us
Well they all say, tear it down
They say the big ship why they
don't sail by this way anymore
It just aint no use to it standing around

Then my mind goes way out back
to that stormy night
Just in time I saw the light
Don't you know it was the light,
that old Lighthouse
It still stands there on the hill

And I thank God for the Lighthouse
I owe my life to Him
For Jesus is the Lighthouse
And from the rocks of sin
He has shown His light around me
That I could clearly see
If it wasn't for the Lighthouse (tell me)
Where would this ship be?

And I thank God for the Lighthouse
I owe my life to Him
For Jesus is the Lighthouse
And from the rocks of sin
He has shown His light around me
That I could clearly see
If it wasn't for the Lighthouse (tell me)
Where would this ship be?

Written by Ronnie Hinson
Ronnie said, God had orchestrated
while writing this song and God always
keeps me humble
Ronnie's brother, Kenny passed away in 1955
Kenny's Son, Weston and his family
"The Hinsons" still sing this song.
Sung by "The Hinsons" family.

HOPE & PRAY YOU WERE BLESSED *

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