sitting by my bedside,
looking at the candles burning,
i see myself in it.
i see what i am made out of.

God,my candle maker
made me out of just plain wax.
he moulded me,
and shaped me to be what i am today.

each candle is made with so much love and care.
each candle is unique in its own way,
each candle will burn brightly for tomorrow,
each candle is precious to the candle maker.

wonderfully and perfectly made is the candle.
ready to be used to its greatest potential.
burning strongly to bring light into the darkness
overcoming and burning every wax in its way.

after every battle fought,
the candle is tired and weak
and he rests in his maker's arms
slowly but surely becoming ever stronger than ever before.

and soon again the candle is ready for his next battle,
fighting strongly and shinning brightly for the world to see.
the fire in him never extinguishes
until his work here is done.

sitting by my bedside,
thinking to myself,
i see myself shinning for God,
i see myself battling for God.

fading*away ;
8:27 PM