"Tis strange, that though a candle,
And oh, so small it be;
The flickering flame it gives,
In darkness, helps to see...
Its light dispels the darkness;
The frightening shadows flee;
And all the fewars of midnight,
Are gone, when one can see...
The shadows crowd around one,
And thunder roars above;
The fearful soul is drowning:
He cannot see God's love...
My friend, you are a candle,
And in God's plan, the light
That shines to those around you,
To give the blind soul sight...
'Tis nice to be a lighthouse,
To guide the ships at night,
But, friend, God needs the candles
To give the lost soul light....
Charles G. Ramsey...