By Hunter Martsolf

The waves guide me to the Lighthouse in time

Anxiety is building as to when

The Lighthouse journey is about the climb 

I hope that my world does not start to spin

Splash and crash the tide starts to rise too high

The world becomes overwhelming and hard

I attempt to persevere and get by

I tell myself that I have the trump card

I endure the high tides and carry on

The bright house light shines on and calms the sea

I will receive the prize at break of dawn

Suddenly, the light chases after me

The house is more than a light; it is the Light

The Light of Christ has sent me an invite