The waves guide me to the Lighthouse in time
Anxiety is building as to when
The Lighthouse journey is about the climb
I hope that my world does not start to spin
Splash and crash the tide starts to rise too high
The world becomes overwhelming and hard
I attempt to persevere and get by
I tell myself that I have the trump card
I endure the high tides and carry on
The bright house light shines on and calms the sea
I will receive the prize at break of dawn
Suddenly, the light chases after me
The house is more than a light; it is the Light
The Light of Christ has sent me an invite.
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