The Tower

Your love for me shall never weaken,

Shining through like a silver beacon.

Tall and strong it upright stands,

Firmly built on rocks, not on sands.

See it shining through the night,

Leading me on home by its silvery light,

Strong it is, though none other can see it,

It leads to where I may safely sit.

Home at last, the light still shines so bright,

We sit in glory, such a wondrous sight.

None can take away our love this night,

Not with our beacon shining so bright.

  © Michael D. Powell