A Beacon at Heathway

 

A Beacon at Heathway

At Heathway Church, where hearts entwine,
A sacred flame begins to shine—
Not just within the chapel walls,
But down each street, through Windsor's halls.

Their love, not bound by pew or creed,
Extends to every soul in need.
A handshake, meal, or silent prayer—
They offer more than just their care.

The doors swing wide for those unknown,
No one at Heathway walks alone.
Their voices lift in hymns so pure,
A balm that helps the hurt endure.

In Windsor West, where cold winds blow,
Their warmth brings life like morning’s glow.
A stranger stops and finds a friend,
Where grace and kindness never end.

Not perfect, no—but faithful, true,
Their love is stitched in all they do.
From Sabbath rest to weekday toil,
They till with joy this sacred soil.

O Heathway hearts, so full and free,
Your love is light for all to see.
A lamp on hills, a living spark—
You warm the world when days grow dark.