Mathew 5:16

Let your light shine, a trembling flame, Not for glory, not for fame— But softly through the velvet night, A witness to your inner sight. The stars, they glimmer far and wide, Yet humbly serve as you were told, No trumpet blares, no banner flies, Still, their glow redeems the skies. Oh, simple lamp in my window frame, Not seeking praise, nor calling name, Its glow spills warmth upon the home, Where weary hearts the humble meet. So let your deeds, be pure and bright, Kindle love where the blind have sight. Not for pride or polished gold, But to touch and heal, to soothe there pain. Thus they see, and lift their eyes, And praise his son that never died.