“His candle shined upon my head.…” (Job 28:3).
His candle shines upon my head.
He trims the wick and guards the flame,
And though the darkness creeps in close
The steadfast taper shines the same.
The flower of flame sways in the air.
Wine-fingers snatch and try to snuff
The stalk His careful hands protect.
The light shines through; it is enough.
His candle shines on me in love.
(Protective circle in the gloom.)
And through the dreadful night I know
That He is with me in the room.
Throughout the weary waiting-time
The liquid flame shines thin and pure,
When tiredness dims my faith, I look
And see His light, and I am sure.
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