Beacon

You’re lost, but only lost until you find
Your place before the One who’s ever found,
So cling to hope, and leave despair behind
And be for paradise forever bound.
 
As does the sailor high upon the sea
See through the blast of consternating waves
And fix his eye on beacon distantly
Though what it stands upon be what he craves,
So does the slave that seeks by night or day
See through the blast of consternating life
And fix his eye on him who shows the way
No matter the intensity of strife.
You have to take the means to reach the end,
So seek with sweet remembrance, weary friend.
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