• There was a time it seemed as though
    My life was tossing to and fro
    And I, left with nowhere to go,
    Was subject to the sea.

    But there, ahead, a beam of light
    Peered through the darkness of the night
    And granted to me clearer sight
    That I might be set free.

    I steered a course toward the land
    To find a refuge on the sand
    And maybe touch the gentle hand
    That guided me along.

    And when I reached the coast that night,
    Upon a hill, the shining light
    Was tended by a welcome sight . . .
    My friends had led me home.