The Lighthouse:

On a waterfront cliff
That overlooks the bay,
Is a wondering eye
Scanning the seaways.

All dressed in white
From head to toe,
With a caring eye
That gives off a glow.

Watching from a distance
With concern on his face,
For every single ship
Of the human race.

To guide and guard
From all evils at hand,
To protect every soul
Of this motherland.

For rainy days will parade
Every now and then,
From those bad decisions
That we know as sin.

And harsh choppy waters
Of swells can arrive,
Consuming our last breath
In the blink of an eye.

All those of this land
The fishes of the sea,
May pull your strings
With lies that deceive.

If you start to drown
Its hard to stand tall,
Just send out a prayer
Your mayday call.

For times will get bad
Your ship tossed about,
You need the lifeguard
To help pull you out.

Look to the high cliff
Where the answer stands,
The keeper of the light
In all of this land.

For he is the truth
The light and the way,
Our mighty lighthouse
If eyes should stray.