Finding My Way

Finding My Way Time passes like shadows on a glass; As we move through this life from day to day. Yet there is a hope, free to one and all. As in Christ we can find our way. He gives purpose for our labor and our tears. Even when our way is not in sight. There is rhyme and reason for our pain. When we see that Jesus Christ is right. No other way asks so little or so much. To our benevolent Lord we must be true. Yet our passage was paid for on the Cross; And there is nothing left but trust, for us to do. Christ was our pattern, Jesus Christ our plan. And we must point others to his light. Shipwrecked souls upon life's troubled sea. Blinded in the darkness of the night. As we follow Christ, others may see; By our lives they know that it is true. He paid the price that we may live; And that's exactly what he bids us do Do not be careless, live by love my friend. But seek to serve the Lord with all your might. For that is the most and least that you can do. When you understand that Jesus Christ is right.