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IN THE LIGHT OF HIS EYES

In the light of His eyes I found untarnished hope,

Grasping to moonbeams, faith from his hand,

Compassion meeting me on every difficult slope,

Grace from His throne became my stand.

In the light of His eyes I found a happy residence.

A devotion found no where else on Earth.

His love was the healing balsam for my lonely existence.

His benevolence led to my soul's rebirth.

In the light of His eyes I found my family,

A gift from his heart to lead me on the correct pathway,

A freedom to soar above the pain to new destiny,

A new light to warm the coldest day.

In the light of His eyes I found untarnished hope,

Grasping to moonbeams, faith from his hand,

Compassion meeting me on every difficult slope,

Grace from His throne became my stand.

Dorothy E. Scott

© Copyrighted 2002

In The Light Of His Eyes

My Bren's Book

JESUS IS THE STAR

Jesus is the star I see morning, evening, and night,

With Him my beacon, my heart is always in flight,

It soars beyond the mountains so high,

Beyond the seas where the wayward albatross fly.

Over the mountainous hills, I will find rest,

Not altered by any tempest waves that crest.

For Jesus is my star, greater than any lamp.

In his wondrous bosom I will always camp.

Savage undertows could never bog me down.

For Jesus is my star, my heavenly crown.

Only He holds the light to my soul's portal.

The moonbeams I now ride are only for a time, mortal.

Jesus is the star I see morning, evening, and night,

With Him my beacon, my heart is always in flight,

It soars beyond the mountains so high,

Beyond the seas where the wayward albatross fly.

Dorothy E. Scott

© Copyrighted 2002

In The Light Of His Eyes

My Bren's Book

REMEMBER HIS PRICE

As we stand before His sacred altar,

Let us not forget to pray,

For the less fortunate,

Needing prayer in their lives.

Let us remember His sacrifice,

Dealt with torture and man's denial,

Wearing a prickly crown of thorns,

A sign of royal disgrace.

His spirit could not be broken,

By the cruel lashes given in jealousy.

The harsh accusations could not deter Him,

From His ultimate sacrifice for His children.

The sharp spear thrust in His side,

Dripped His precious blood,

On the ground of His torture site.

Forever it would remain a torturous sign.

As we gaze upon our loving family,

We experience grace's freedom,

That His ultimate sacrifice has given,

Releasing us from the bondage of sin.

For this was the most precious gift,

Only Our Savior could bestow.

He gave us eternal peace,

Bought with the price of His blood.

Remember His Price brought us His grace,

A reward for the dirtiest soul,

With His death as the bargain chip,

We won the battle against the blackest sin.

Dorothy E. Scott

My Father's Eyes

My Mojo Revster Shan's Faith Book