Poem#82 Smoking Candle
How many of us think of our Bodies like outside Homes
And blow out the candles before we leave this place?
Yet few of us hardly think of our body as a home
Don’t be afraid to let the candle burn in our Window
Jesus wants to be seen living in our Soul feeling Joy
And not as a smoking Candle as if nobody’s home
Too many of us have blown the Candles out in our Windows
Or worst yet exchanged the candles of Jesus for plastic ones
This isn’t the way the Light of Jesus works, He’s not artificial
Don’t cut out faith to your candles wick no matter the Storm
As its through these Times the Flame of Jesus needs lifted up
A flaming candle will be most affective during the darkest Moment
Nobody can blow our candles out except ourselves, we’re to blame
We’re going to let the faith of our Wick grow strong, or let it go weak
Smoking Candles leaves questions to what we really believe of Jesus
One by One will be leaving this place, this body temple of Christ
Only thing remaining will be the Candle left in the window seen
As a smoking candle like we never knew Him or a Light still shining
How many of us think of our Bodies like outside Homes
And blow out the candles before we leave this place?
Yet few of us hardly think of our body as a home
Don’t be afraid to let the candle burn in our Window
Jesus wants to be seen living in our Soul feeling Joy
And not as a smoking Candle as if nobody’s home
Too many of us have blown the Candles out in our Windows
Or worst yet exchanged the candles of Jesus for plastic ones
This isn’t the way the Light of Jesus works, He’s not artificial
Don’t cut out faith to your candles wick no matter the Storm
As its through these Times the Flame of Jesus needs lifted up
A flaming candle will be most affective during the darkest Moment
Nobody can blow our candles out except ourselves, we’re to blame
We’re going to let the faith of our Wick grow strong, or let it go weak
Smoking Candles leaves questions to what we really believe of Jesus
One by One will be leaving this place, this body temple of Christ
Only thing remaining will be the Candle left in the window seen
As a smoking candle like we never knew Him or a Light still shining