A church stood high on a cliff top

Far above the tumultuous sea.

It was a stormy night,

As the vicar fought the violent gale,

To reach his night-time ceremony.

 

He foresaw a depleted congregation

On such a tempestuous night,

But turning on the bright church lights

No parishioners could he see.

They clearly preferred to worship

Vicariously.

 

The vicar pressed on with the service

Singing his praises to God.

He cut no corners in his quest

To fulfil his duty, to do his best,

Before battling home

Through the stinging rain.

 

A ship out at sea was in trouble,

Heading straight towards the rocks

Until the captain saw some bright lights

Shining high on the lofty cliff top

Guiding him from dark peril

And away, to the open sea.

 

You just never know who is watching

Or the good that you may have done.

You can make a difference

Without even knowing,

Even if you’re the only one

And the storms of life blow on.