Weathered and worn a lighthouse stands
burdened by the danger on shore.
It's steady in its purpose above the peril.
But fellow keepers, Where have you gone?
All along the shore your lights extinguish
broken by waves and storms.
Don't let the clouds chase you inside!
Stand fast, kindle your flame, and remember your cause.
Men are traveling too close to the ragged shore;
their ships will crush against the rocks by the weight of the sea.
Their cargo is heavy and too much to bear.
They will be lost to eternity.
Protect the light and care for the beam,
there are men's souls at your feet.