Lost on an
island,
just waiting
to die.
My
days ran together,
as
time passed me by.
No ship on
the horizon,
no planes
overhead.
If
they do ever find me,
by
then... I'll be dead.
Hope began
fleeting,
in all my
days lost.
Will no
one come,
am I
not worth the cost"?
When mans
days were at it's darkest,
and it
appeared like no one would come.
Jesus
stepped out of heaven
His mission,
rescue
all, not some.
No matter
your island,
no matter
its place.
You maybe
lost in the world,
but you
need not remain lost to His grace.
One
rescued all,
from our
sin and our shame.
The
rescuer of our souls,
Jesus by
name!
Finder of
the lost,
and the
rescuer of all men.
For all
have been marooned,
hopeless
by sin.
No
one need remain,
A castaway
anymore.
Your
rescue is at hand,
His ship
is ashore.
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