Ships in the night pass by out of view,
Just dots on a troubled and foam tossed sea.
Danger surrounds, death from all sides,
Perilous souls with a need to be free.
With a burdensome cargo each ship weaves itís way,
Destination awaits, unsure of arrival.
All it takes is one rock or one coral reef,
And your number is up, your future is tidal.
But in the depths of the night, theres pinpricks of hope,
The lighthouse stands guard, a sentry of life.
To ships, a sweet solace from chaos and death,
A haven from tempest, a sanctuary from strife.
The lighthouse stands firm on the edge of the waves,
A beacon of life to the searching and lost.
Itís clear light shines out, forever reaching,
It burns through the dark regardless of cost.
And inside the lighthouse a devoted man works,
Maintaining equipment, his jobs never done.
Up and down stairs cleaning and polishing,
Consumed by his work he is kept on the run.
For he knows that the light must continue to shine,
His labours save many from a watery grave.
But heís not self important and puffed up with pride,
His focus is the light, he is only itís slave.
The light is the hero, to it those in peril are drawn,
Manís role is to see that the light functions well.
For who can be saved if no brilliance is seen,
Who can steer themselves out of the fast road to hell.
So strive to be servants, slaves to the light,
Through you Godís light shines, a sign of his grace.
Never stop working be diligent in Christ,
For this is our calling and this is our place.
As Christians we must strive to be servants, not masters. Never fall into the trap of thinking above our station, what we are called to do here on Earth is different to what awaits us in Heaven. Be a servant as was the Lord when he walked in our shoes and you canít go far wrong. That means going out of our way to see that those in peril have their chance at safety, after all where would we be if a dedicated lighthouse keeper hadínt done his job and looked after the light and shared it?