Life often brings us raging storms
And troubling clouds of gray.
Too soon we find ourselves off course
And searching for the way. But see the lighthouse, strong and tall
That shines as Heaven's gift,
A beacon searching for those lost,
Discouraged and adrift.
In gloomy darkness it still glows,
A ray of hope for all,
And if we listen through the squalls,
We'll hear Him softly call.
Yes, we are merely voyagers
Upon life's churning sea.
And through the mist we see His light;
It beckons you and me.
©Larry Howland
