Poetry

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PARABLE OF A CANDLE

I WAS LIKE AN OLD CANDLE
BEEN BURNED IN MY DAYS
NOW THIS CANDLE IS USELESS
ABUSED IN VARIOUS WAYS

MY WAX WAS ALL MELTED
MY WICK WAS ALL BURNED
ONCE I GAVE OUT LIGHT
THEN MY GOODNESS JUST TURNED

ALL OF MY HOPES WERE GONE
I LAYED IN A HEAP OF JUNK
ALL MY LIGHT WAS NOW GONE
MY FUTURE WAS JUST SUNK

THEN IN A FRANTIC EFFORT
I CRIED THIS LITTLE PRAYER
THEN I FELT SOME WARMTH
FOR JESUS HAD APPEARED THERE

HE REMOLDED MY MELTED WAX
THE WAY HE WANTED IT TO BE
HE GAVE ME REASON TO HOPE
NOW I AM A SIGHT TO SEE

NOW I BURN FROM HIS LOVE
AND I CAST A RADIANT GLOW
FOR JESUS HEARD MY CRY
AND HE LOVES ME I KNOW

THIS CANDLE HAS LEARNED A LOT
FOR I WAS DELIVERED FROM SIN
AND NO MATTER HOW LOW YOU GO
JESUS WILL STILL BE YOUR FRIEND

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