Russell G. Robison

MY BEACON

Happy were my younger days
The world was oh so bright
Before I understood this life
And met the days not right

I look back over distant years
So much of push and shove
To see what has sustained me long
This thing that we call love

A golden flower waving strong
That shines inside the night
My beacon in the distance
Calling out with all its might

A reference point inside the storm
A guide to help me see
And always it’s reminding
Only love can set me free