The Candle

​Without our consent, this life began
With our first breath, unfolds the Master’s plan 

A fire was lit, yet it was only a flicker
Then fan the flame, to keep it from going dimmer 

As the age grows, that fire is tested
As we fight life’s battles, our attention arrested

Consumed by things that conflict with our Maker
Like fitting a forest, on less than an acre

Deep inside, the fire is growing dim
But yet the Spirit ignites, the fire again

Once again, our love for Him shall soon grow
This little flame, will in darkness glow

One life to live, what shall we do with the light
Hide it under a bushel? Or put the enemy to flight

As our life winds down that narrow road
Our eyes then focus on our Heavenly Home

Pointing others to Him while leading the way
Our mind shall know there is coming a day

When the wind shall blow and that flame grow dim
Then there is a candle that will light again

Night shall come and the darkness invade
At last we shall rest in that cold musty grave

But in the morning, our eternal candle revived
And when on that golden shore, we have finally arrived
Then, we will bow at His feet to forever abide

So keep your candle lit till that final day
And share you flame all along life’s way

​-Danny Cheney-

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