
Little white sail, cruising amidst.
Wind howl, meancing wave threatened to swallow.
Tossing the vessel around, losing control.
Directionless, the stirling wheel spun round and round.
All is lost, alas.
That faint light, a comforting sight in the midst of a thunderstorm.
My strong tower of refuge, my firm stronghold.
Never alone, your light guides my path.
Direct me, my lighthouse.