A small ship
Was coming ashore
At a fast clip
For there was a storm
The light house was near
Towering high
The path was made clear
A safe harbor was nigh
Too soon... the clouds dropped
A fog horn mourned low
And the lone ship stopped
Then... saw where to go
The Lord is that light
Waiting along the shore
Reassuring and bright
Leading us... through life's storms
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