Beacon

You're lost, but only lost until you find

Your place before the One who's ever found,

So cling to hope, and leave despair behind

And be for paradise forever bound.

 

As does the sailor high upon the sea

See through the blast of consternating waves

And fix his eye on beacon distantly

Though what it stands upon be what he craves,

So does the slave that seeks by night or day

See through the blast of consternating life

And fix his eye on him who shows the way

No matter the intensity of strife.

You have to take the means to reach the end,

So seek with sweet remembrance, weary friend.