The Candle's Gentle Light

In days of old, when the Creator''s candle shone bright upon my head, and lit up the darkest night. I walked in His radiance, with heart full of cheer. And His presence illuminated every path that was clear.

The warmth of His love, like a flame that burns true. Guided me through life's joys and fears, and saw me through. In His light, I found solace, a peace that would not fade,

My soul unfolded like a flower, in the warmth of His shade.

But now, in darkness, I search for the light that once shone bright, and lit up my night,

I yearn to feel His gentle touch once more. To know His love that dwelled within me, before.

In this dark and lonely place, I feel lost and alone. The shadows seem to whisper, "You are not His own". But still I hold on, to the memories of old, when the Creator''s candle shone, and my heart was made of gold.

And though the darkness may seem to reign: I'll hold on to hope, and the spark that remains,

In the heart of my soul, a glow will still shine. Guiding me through the pain, to a love that's truly mine.

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