Sitting alone,
by the edge of the sea.
No one around
but the Lord and me.
Sitting alone,
I shed but a tear.
Then comes a voice
and I stand in fear.
Standing accompanied,
no longer afraid.
"Come closer," it says.
"Come closer, be brave."
Facing the ocean,
I take a step forward.
The voice comes again
and I walk toward.
Not looking behind me
I continue to pace.
The farther I go,
the clearer his face.
The lighthouse ahead,
I aim for that shore.
For the beach behind me,
I can see no more.
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