My Lighthouse
How did I get here? Have I been gone that long? / The currents and tides tugging at me so strong …
How did I get here? Have I been gone that long? / The currents and tides tugging at me so strong …
Fields of reverent faces / gazing upward toward the sun / Humbly basking in its light / as day is first begun / Standing at attention …
Oh, wondrous gift does He bestow, / Dear Heavenly Father of mine, / More precious than a summer glow, / A treasure for all time. …