He strives to walk along the sand
with all his might he takes a stand.
Raises up one swift hand
He smites the sea; he smites the land
He cowers not to you or me.
Behold his love! Behold his glory!
Turn the page of inner fury
He rises up above the waves;
thrashing down the light that saves.
Scanning all the open shore
the beacon shines forevermore
He is my Father strong and pure
The Light that sits; awaits his call
Amid the storm to rise and fall
The lighthouse stands strong and tall
To guide one home through it all!