The candle burns bright into the darkened room.
It chases away the shadows, bringing comfort to the tiny heart.
The candle burns long to shine a path across the plain.
It leads the way home, weary travelers returning from unknown parts.
The candle flickers as it’s battered by the wind.
It resolves to stay lit in spite of the threat.
The candle flickers on as the enemy tears at your soul.
It stands firm within your heart, preaching a sermon, casting the net.
Trim the wick.
Pour the oil.
Fan the flame.
Don’t let the trials lessen your foundation, silencing your claim.
Light the fire.
Shield with truth.
Block the gale.
Don’t give the enemy a foothold, causing you to fail.
the grizzle grist mill 
We do have such a tapestry of light all around us, and the candle is one that is tangible while other light is simply majestic and only seen with the eyes. The candle warms my heart as the light all around does because I know who made it. Thanks for sharing. You are a blessing.
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Thanks so much, Judy! You are so encouraging. 🙂
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Love it… Helps to know that the darkness cannot defeat the smallest light.
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Wow! Thanks so much!! How sweet of you! I will work on that this weekend. 🙂
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