I’m just riding out the storms of life
Struggling with the waves.
I can see a light house beckoning me,
Through this foggy haze.  

Jesus is the keeper there He is waiting patiently,
With His beacon shining ‘O so bright”
For all the world to see.  

And when I reach His lighthouse
I’ll sure feel safe and warm,
I’ll throw out my anchor there,
While He calms this raging storm.  

I’ll dwell with Him forever In His mansion so divine,
And I won’t have these storms of life,
They’ll be replaced with warm Sonshine.  

© 2004 by Vickie Lambdin vlambdin@yahoo.com