There stood upon an island bare,
    A lighthouse tall and strong;
That stood there against the stormy sea,
    Through many hours long.

We sailed the seas both far and wide,
    And oft times passed this light;
That warned us from the rocky shore,
    And saved us from its plight.

How many times its light has warned,
    The many who passed there;
Who by its light, their course could tell,
    And miss the threatening snare.

There stood upon a window sill,
    A little candle bright;
That stood throughout the stormy night,
    And flickered forth its light.

I've traveled far around this world,
    But when I pass this light,
It makes me think of those inside,
    Who give the wanderer sight.

The little candle stood alone,
    To tell to those who roam,
To show to wandering travelers far,
    A place that we call home.

A lighthouse or a candle,
    Is what I am for Him;
That gives its light to tell to all,
    How Jesus died for sin.

The lighthouse shines to many,
    The candle to a few;
A lighthouse or a candle,
    Is what He seeks in you.