~ Candlelight ~
A lifeless form of wax and wick
Sits without flame a useless stick
Dipped for a purpose, a day, a time,
By the Master's hand in careful design.
The candle am I, made to be burnt.
I am here willing, till all is spent.
In a world of darkness, by truth made a light.
Yet a fire small, I will burn bright.
Let me of Thy sweet incense burn.
Of the love shine to those who've not heard.
To the far reached corners, flickering in the night
Shall Your eternal flame spread by Your might.
Covering their eyes, in the shadow hide
Blackness denies the truth, yet the light still shines.
Unworthy of Your saving grace, Your humble servant without right
May I Your candle be, O Lord, my soul ignite!