“His candle shined upon my head.…” (Job 28:3).
His candle shines upon my head.He trims the wick and guards the flame,And though the darkness creeps in closeThe steadfast taper shines the same.
The flower of flame sways in the air.Wine-fingers snatch and try to snuffThe stalk His careful hands protect.The light shines through; it is enough.
His candle shines on me in love.(Protective circle in the gloom.)And through the dreadful night I knowThat He is with me in the room.
Throughout the weary waiting-timeThe liquid flame shines thin and pure,When tiredness dims my faith, I lookAnd see His light, and I am sure.
