Saturday, November 20, 2010


This world can be a weary place
Wrought with pain and woe
Hunger lines the searching face
And darkness numbs the soul
But just as in the days of old
So, in the days to come
There is a candle we can hold
That brings the traveler Home

The lost and blind drift to and fro
As driven by the wind
They are not sure which way to go
No solace can they find
Has no one shown to them the Light?
No storm can ever snuff
Constant in the thickest fight
This candle is enough

The Word of God, faithful and true
Will never pass away
Pure, changeless light for me and you
In this dark, evil day
No matter how violent the gale
No matter where we roam
This candle, it will never fail
And it will lead us Home

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Janet Martin

Your Word is a lamp to my feet
and a light to my path. Ps.119:105

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