One
Small Candle
The
darkness hung so thick and black, I scarcely could believe—
My
very hand before my face, my eyes could not perceive!
I
groped and found a candle that was lying by the way.
I
struck a match and lit it, and the darkness fled away!
‘Twas
such a little candle to dispel such heavy gloom!
And
yet, its tiny flame sent forth its rays throughout the room!
And
as I watched it burn, a simple prayer arose within:
Lord,
let me be a candle in a world that’s dark with sin!
Oh,
may my tiny Gospel-light, ablaze with love and care,
Illumine
those around me, lost in darkness and despair.
And
when a shadow falls upon a child of Your own,
May
my small light remind him of the brightness of Your throne.
Lord,
let my light burn steadily, wherever I may be—
In
darkness great or small, may Your great glory shine through me!
Ye
are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be
hid. Neither do men
light
a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it
giveth light unto all that
are
in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see
your good works, and glorify
your
Father which is in heaven. Matthew 5:14-16
That
ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in
the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as
lights in the world; holding forth the word of life . . . .
Philippians 2:15-16a