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The Candle
by louis gander I know I'm but a candle, pulled from a little box, and set among the vexing thorns in this big world of rocks. Then being weary, I sat down in shading of a tree - and there in shadow of my sin, I sat in misery. I thought I had the answers though, but did not have the spark. I sat alone in torment too - cold, ignorant, dark. I was an unlit candle and not worth anything until one day I saw the light - from under thorns, a King! I sat among the shadows, black - but flicker in His Word stunned me when it whispered - and still, small voice I heard. That Light had died for just three days, but showered me with grace, and love was lit throughout the world, to all the human race. When I stepped out and saw the light from under that old tree, right then was lit with flames of hope - which made me wholly free! Oh yes, a strange thing happened - it happened long ago. My ears could hear, my eyes could see, His warmth in all its glow. My heart was lit and came to life - though just a humble light - but with the flames from all of us, He shines so very bright. I light the place where 'ere I go. It is my job you see, to be a Christian candle. There's nothing else to be. 2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED http://www.ganderpoems.org/ ------- John 8:12 Then Jesus again spoke to them, saying, I am the Light of the world; he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the Light of life." John 12:46 " I have come as Light into the world, so that everyone who believes in Me will not remain in darkness. ------- Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |