Concerning Your Light
A man's life can be as a candle starved for oxygen,
Barely illuminating it's sconce,
Or a lamp, with smutted globe, from untrimmed wick.
God's preference, however,
Is that we be as a lighthouse sat high on a hill,
A beacon, reaching out for all who are lost to see.
We need not choose, if our life, is in tune with Him.
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