Flickering Candlelight
Like a flickering candlelight in the wind, I am sustained by the fire that burns within.
Like a flickering candlelight in the wind,
I am sustained by the fire that burns within.
The breeze blows strongly,
But my wax is wedged in the polished gold of my testimony.
My Lord, my Lord
My faith is in you.
He who abides above.
My Love, my Love
My hope is in You
Your Spirit rests like a dove
In my soul
Where the coals of the enemy
Cannot compare to the brilliance of Your glory.
...
Seasons change,
But my Lord remains ever the same.
I fear no heat
For when it comes, I will melt into the heart of my Majesty.
At His feet,
I bring all the things I had to retreat from
For He is stronger than my worst foe.
When He imbibes me with His Word, I am reminded that His Kingdom is what I'm fighting for.
Love everlasting, righteous King of kings, to You be the honor, glory and power.
Blessing upon blessings in Your name. Amen.
About the Creator
Idara Oghogho
Simplicity and joy. I find myself thinking about these things often. This name I created represents my honest hope for the world: Joy Joy. Idara Oghogho. I pray joy bursts from within you as you read my writings. Thank you for stopping by.
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Thanks for sharing