The Only Way

 

I am the Way - yes,

and the Truth and the Life.

No one can get to the Father except by means of Me.

 

John 14, v 6.

 

 

There is salvation in no one else. Under all heaven there is no other name for men to call upon to save them.

 

  Twilight - Living in the Light

 

                     You tell me that I am getting old but that’s not really so,

                     This house I live in may be worn and that of course I know.

                     It’s been in use a good long while and weathered many a gale.

                     I’m therefore not surprised to find it’s getting rather frail.

                     You tell me that I am getting old, you mix my house with me.

                     You’re looking at the outside that’s all that most folks see.

                     The dweller in this little house is young and bright and gay.

                     Just starting out upon a life that lasts eternally.

                     The colour changing of the roof, the windows looking dim?

                     The walls a bit transparent and getting rather thin.

                     The foundation’s not so steady, as once it used to be.

                     And that is all that you observe, but that’s not really me.

                     I patch the old house up a bit, to make it last the night.

                     But soon I shall be flitting to my house of endless light.

                     I’m going to live forever there, my life goes on, it’s grand!

                     How can you say I'm getting old, you do not understand.

                     The few short years can’t make me old, I am feeling in my youth,

                     Eternity lies just ahead, full life and joy and truth.

                     We will not fret to see this house grow shabby day by day.

                     But look ahead to our new house which never will decay.

                     I want to be made fit and well, in that blest house above.

                     Cleansed in the precious blood of Christ and growing still in love.

                     The beauty of that glorious home no words can ever say.

                     It’s hidden from these mortal eyes, but kept for me some day.

                     My house is getting ready, in the land beyond the sky.

                     It’s architect and builder, is my Saviour now on high.

                     But I rather think he’s leaving the furnishing to me.

                     So it’s treasures up in Heaven I must store each day you see.