Lighthouses

There is a light house on a hill side...that over looks life sea. When I'm tossed it sends out a light ...that I might see...

And the light that shines in darkness now, will safely lead me o're... If it wasn't for the light house my ship would be no more...

And I thank God for the Light house...I owe my life to HIM. For JESUS is the Light House and from the rocks of sin.. HE has shown the Light around me that I might surely see.... If it wasn't for the LIGHT HOUSE... Where would my ship be?

I thank GOD for the Light House...

Welcome

This is a welcome sign given to me by my sister, Carol. I love it. I hung it by my front door. It hangs by a rawhide string on a nail driven into the mortar. It is made of slate. She knew I love light houses. I am expecting to meet my future Grandson-In-Law and my future Granddaughter-In-Law soon. I expect to have this welcome sign out. If you ever come see me and don't see this sign, don't think you are not welcome. Sometimes when the wind comes out of the northeast it makes this sign bump against the brick. I always fear the slate might break, so when I hear the bumps, I hurry out to get it and put it inside to keep it safe until the wind dies down again.