i am a candle
Thou art my flame,
i am but the ground
That soaks up thy rain.
i am a small flower
On which Thy Spirit lights
Like a Butterfly
With Special Delights.
i am the clay
That You seek to mold,
So warmed by Your Touch
New things i behold.
i am that nothing
You chose to create,
Making it something
Thy powers are so Great!
A candle, but dust
A flower, and clay,
O God of Heaven
To Thee i do pray
So as me You've made
And in Your Image, too,
Help me to yield
That You e'er may shine through.