Smoking Candle

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
 
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

Hello Walker;

I finally had some quiet time to enjoy your poems. Thank you for sharing your gift here with our brothers and sisters. What came to my mind was "blowing in the wind", or "chasing after the wind", instead of allowing the candle to burn in our window (hearts)

I'll keep praying for your new book and when it goes live. Please let me know.

God bless you and your family.
 
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