While tossed about by stormy sea And darkness fills the night, The massiveness of crashing waves Is all that fills my sight. I feel so helpless as I try To safely guide the ship. I work with hands upon the helm And pray for strengthened grip. Then as I worry, all is lost And land is hid from sight, I chance to see the glimmer of A distant point of light. And now as hope regains it's strength With light to guide my way. I have a course to steer my ship And on that course I'll stay. The lighthouse surely saved my life Like many saved before. This guiding light so shines for us And guides us back to shore. © James O'Brien April 2002