BEACONS FROM THE LIGHTHOUSE

The treacherous grey rocks surrounded the coasts,
Mists covered the area like wondering ghosts
Of past slain sailors, slain in that cold, cruel sea,
Then a large lighthouse was built for all to see.

Now ships sail safely past those treacherous rocks,
At the mists of evil darkness they can now mock
As they follow the bright beacon that leads to home,
And to safety from wherever they had to roam.

In our lives we have a lighthouse shining bright
Across the mists of darkness, pure beacons of light,
If we all follow them, we will always in safety live,
Follow beacons in darkness, for the wisdom they give.

Shine beacons of the lighthouse that for truth do stand,
Shine in faith in this strong, favoured, happy land,
Shine with the promise of safety, that we may gain
Heaven’s eternal blessings, be free from hurt and pain.

M Ann Margetson © September 12, 2000