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Our Lighthouse
A lighthouse is a beautiful sight
When your ship is tossed and torn,
When you've nearly lost all hope
And you feel the most forlorn.
You feel your path assured again
As you see that guiding light;
Your fading hope becomes renewed
In the blackness of that night.
And so it is with Jesus Christ,
Our Lighthouse in the night.
When you have almost given up
And of everything lost sight
His light He'll shine upon your path
To brighten up your way.
His loving hand will guide your ship
When from your course you stray.
He'll smooth the troubled water
And calm the angry sea
When you put your trust in Jesus
And let Him your Lighthouse be.
William A. Cook
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The Lord has blessed me with three sons,
And all are special, it's true,
But many a rumor has been told
About that number two.
Of my three sons he's in the middle,
In more ways than just one,
And so, according to those tales,
He misses all the fun.
His abilities aren't like number one's
Nor like those of number three.
But to my number two, I say,
You're very special to me.
You have so many talents
I didn't know you had,
And today I'm really very proud
To say that I'm your dad.
You have made a mark already,
And that's not just a pun.
You've proved in oh, so many ways
That you're really number one.
Dad
June 6, 1999
I want you to know I love you, Mark,
Much more than words can say,
And always you have made me proud,
But never more than today.
You're using the gifts God gave you
As you're working out His plan.
You're showing the world that number two,
He really is "the man."
I know you've struggled these past years
While earning your degree,
But I'm still your dad and I'm here for you
Whenever you need me.
For though our lives are different now,
I still would not think twice
If asked to lend a listening ear
Or give some sought advice.
And today, my son, I want you to know
That though you're number two,
You will always be "my Mark,"
And I'll never stop loving you.
My Son, Mark
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Days to Remember
Our days are days to remember
Though they be good or bad.
For some, the days hold laughter and joy;
For others, the days are but sad.
Some days may bring a smile to us
When we think about the past;
Other days bring tears to our eyes
When the memory of them is cast.
But each new day, whatever it holds,
Brings promise yet anew.
Though gloomy days may lie ahead,
There are glorious days there, too.
So learn to treasure the days you have
For all too soon they are gone.
Appreciate the memories you make
And the blessing of each new dawn.
William A. Cook
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The Day We'll Never Forget
There's a day we'll long remember.
Before New York's sun would set,
Countless lives would be lost in vain
On the day we'll never forget.
The peaceful sky and the morning sun
Were broken by murderous jets,
And in horror we watched the towers fall
On the day we'll never forget.
Most gave their lives unknowingly
While others died later yet,
But their lives would stand for freedom
On the day we'll never forget.
We waited and watched so breathlessly
As survivors there were met,
Though others were not to emerge from the ash
On the day we'll never forget.
Their lives were lost and we have grieved
But someone will pay the debt,
Whether now or in the judgment day,
For the day we'll never forget.
William A. Cook
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Bigger Barns
When you fix your mind on worldly things,
Your thoughts soon turn toward earth.
You look at all the things you have
And just how much they're worth.
And very soon you begin to find
You've drifted away from God.
Your thoughts are not of heavenly things
But are focused on the sod.
Jesus warned against bigger barns
In His Word in Luke, Chapter Twelve.
He spoke of laying your treasure
Upon those earthly shelves.
For those big old barns will start to rust
And soon will fall away.
And you will find yourself in need
Upon that judgment day.
So consider where your treasure is
And where you have your heart.
And if your answer is not with Him,
Are barns keeping you apart?
Don't spend your time building bigger barns,
Adding to your stress and strife,
But place your treasure in your Father in heaven
And give Him your heart and life.
William A. Cook
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Dry Dock
A dry dock might appear to be
A place you wouldn't want to see.
A ship that wants someone to care,
To take the time for needed repair.
It's labored hard for long years past,
And done its best to hold steadfast.
But now the sea has taken its toll,
And restoration is its only goal.
Yet when the job has been done well,
Its once battered hull will never tell.
So when life's sea has battered you,
Perhaps dry dock could revive you, too.
Take some time to be restored,
And once again let Jesus aboard.
And when you do, like that ship you'll be,
Ready again to set out to sea.
William A. Cook
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