Beacons
The Lord is my shepherd
My strength
My hope
When storms come
He is my anchor
Keeping me afloat
The seas billow
Yet He carries me
Home
He is sovereign
Over the waves
Seated on the throne
His mercies
Are new
Every morning
The past
Is at His feet
The Son is dawning
Upon His people
He is shining
Brightly
In the darkness
We are beacons
Luminating, igniting
A flame of hope
A purifying fire
Resting gently on us
The Holy Spirit
Flows with power
Bringing beauty from the dust
The armour of God
The shield of faith
Extinquishes every arrow
He takes care
Of His people
Every bird, every sparrow
He holds in
His sovereign hands
His compassion overflows
For the sheep
Of His pasture
For the ones He chose
To expose darkness
To reap a harvest
Of souls in these last days
The tide is turning
His people are burning
For His all consuming flame
To saturate hearts
Of those set apart
Carrying light, carrying truth
We will see His glory
Joy comes in the morning
Jesus, we welcome You.
© Jess Laura Jane 2026
