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I know I'm but a candle, pulled from a little box,
and set among the vexing thorns in this big world of rocks.
Then being weary, I sat down in shading of a tree -
and there in shadow of my sin, I sat in misery.
I thought I had the answers too, but did not have the spark.
I sat alone in torment then - cold, ignorant, dark.
I was an unlit candle and not worth anything
until one day I saw the light - from under thorns, a King!
I sat among the shadows, black - but flicker in His Word
had stunned me when it whispered - and still, small voice I heard.
That Light had died for just three days, but showered me with grace,
and love was lit throughout the world, to all the human race.
When I stepped out and saw the light from under that old tree,
right then was lit with flames of hope - which made me wholly free!
Oh yes, a strange thing happened - and happened long ago.
My ears could hear, my eyes could see, His warmth in all its glow.
My heart was lit and came to life - though just a humble light -
but with the flames from all of us, He shines so very bright.
I light the places where I go. It is my job you see,
to be a Christian candle. There's nothing else to be.