This is an old poem, from between 2017 and 2019, and it’s rather short for a blog post, but perhaps it’s still worth a read 🙂
I held a little candle flame,
Right in my hand; no wax or wick,
Just a glowing flicker.
It was a gift from God,
Given to me when I was saved
To help spread His light.
I tucked it away deep inside,
Afraid that it would go out in the winds of this world.
I knew that was wrong,
I should have let it shine unhindered.
That little flame nearly went out,
I brought it out only just in time,
And now it burns ever brighter.
God keeps it lit as I work to spread His light.
I hold a little candle flame,
Perhaps, I can use it to kindle the Lord’s fire in others.
“Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid.” Mathew 5:14 (KJV)