A sponge that’s hard and dry
Parched that it has been
Let living water flow
Soaking it all in
A solid lump of clay
Knows not what it can be
Let Your hand of love
Mold it tenderly
That of wax and wick
A simple candle light
Ignite with Spirits flow
Shining Your light bright
A soul of the needing
Presence flowing through
Soaking, molding, shining
Bless me, all of You!
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A great poem to reflect on!
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