We are all a little like a candlestick
Potential, dark and brittle until someone lights the wick
No matter how pretty or polished, the taper or jar
We are just a knick-knack till we shine right where we are
God instilled in everyone a little candlestick
Oh, won’t you hold it up to Him and let Him light the wick?
Then whether it’s a song, a smile, a bit of poetry
We can brighten someone’s mile by shining cheerfully
© Janet Martin
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