I caught myself singing one of my own songs the other day,
and it came to me that there’s a lesson there that you might relate to. I wrote it back in 1993,
but it’s still fresh in my mind. I call it “Candle In My Window.”
I had read somewhere of an artist who had painted a beautiful picture of a forest,
with a quaint little cabin in it, but there seemed to be something missing. It was quaint and pleasing,
except for one thing…it looked lonesome. Then the artist drew a lighted candle in its window, and
the picture was finally complete. And my song came from that. In case you'd be interested,
here are the words:
Jesus is the candle in my window…a
cup of coldest water in the spring…
Jesus is the note
to every song of praise I sing…Jesus is my everything.
Jesus is the bread upon my table; He answers every question I may bring
And no matter if I’m far or near, my Jesus drives away my fear...Oh Jesus is my everything.
Jesus is my bridge across the chasm; He has been the answer
to my prayer
My never failing hero, He’s my friend,
yet He’s my King
Jesus is my everything…
Jesus is the wall around my castle, my hiding place where I can ever cling
Jesus is the sweetest Word, that I have seen; that I have heard...Yes, Jesus
is my everything.
Salvation is free, but
He does ask for our love. It’s a small price.