The Candle...for Pressing On and others

[Esther]

PO since you make candles I thought you might enjoy this. I found it as I was unpacking today.

The Candle

A candle's but a simple thing,
it starts with just a bit of string.
Yet dipped and dipped with patient hand,
it gathers wax upon the strand
until, complete and snowy white,
it gives at last a lovely light.

Life is so like that a bit of string,
each deed we do a simple thing,
yet day by day if on lifes strand
we work with patient heart and hand
it gathers joy, makes dark days bright,
and gives at last a lovely light.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

by Clare B Therion (last name may be misspelled the print is too small to read)

[Ron]

Waxing poetic are we?

[Esther]

Originally Posted by Ron

Waxing poetic are we?

That's what happens to folks who keep everything.

[Pressing-On]

Loved the Poem, Esther.

I thought of this one I found in a very old book. Thought you would appreciate it.

This Same Jesus

Today on the road I met Him;
The very same Jesus who trod
The old, old lanes and the highways
On His beautiful errands of God

I was troubled and heart-sick and weary
With a load to heavy to bear;
I cried aloud in my weakness
And suddenly He was there,

His gentle hand on my shoulder
Was lifting the burden from me,
And He dried my tears, and I knew Him,
It was Jesus of Galilee:

No different at all from the Master
On the Jericho road that day;
No different at all from the Saviour
Along the Samaria way,

And I am so glad that I met Him!
I knelt and I called out His name,
And I am so grateful I found Him
Unchanged and forever the same.

[Esther]

Originally Posted by Pressing-On

Loved the Poem, Esther.

I thought of this one I found in a very old book. Thought you would appreciate it.

This Same Jesus

Today on the road I met Him;
The very same Jesus who trod
The old, old lanes and the highways
On His beautiful errands of God

I was troubled and heart-sick and weary
With a load to heavy to bear;
I cried aloud in my weakness
And suddenly He was there,

His gentle hand on my shoulder
Was lifting the burden from me,
And He dried my tears, and I knew Him,
It was Jesus of Galilee:

No different at all from the Master
On the Jericho road that day;
No different at all from the Saviour
Along the Samaria way,

And I am so glad that I met Him!
I knelt and I called out His name,
And I am so grateful I found Him
Unchanged and forever the same.

Yes I love it!