“Why do you Watch?”
Nick Holden 5/03

I’ve often asked that question too,
I’m not ashamed, I must tell you.
Watching each night from my perfect view,
Weeks I worked without one rescue.

Wondering why I came this way,
Maybe to help someone someday.
Month after month, though here I stay,
Watching the waters, day by day.

Then I watched a ship draw near,
Moving closer to the shore I fear.
I signaled my light, “Port, port now steer!”
Praise God, I watched her sail clear.

Why watch each night from my perfect view,
I’m not ashamed, I must tell you.
Though I’ve only helped save a few,
I’ll never, never forget my first rescue.

If thou forbear to deliver them that are drawn unto death, and those that are ready to be slain; [12] If thou sayest, Behold, we knew it not; doth not He that pondereth the heart consider it? and He that keepeth thy soul, doth not He know it? and shall not He render to every man according to his works? (Proverbs 24:11-12)