When the Candle Watched Me Pray
07/28/2016The candle burns at faithful tapered end
A flame I cannot touch but is a friend
To every breath of hope that will ascend
If I abide in Him who calls me friend
Her light bears me a witness to the truth
That God is light and love and will forsooth
Lead me into that light from lonely booth
Of solitary groanings ‘neath my roof
It penetrates the darkness with a glow
To cheer me joy is closer than I know
And winks a flicker at me now to show
My flame into a bonfire will grow
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