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A candle’s but a simple thing…
It starts with a just a bit of string,
Yet dipped with patient hand,
It gathers wax upon the strand
Until, complete and snowy white,
It gives a lovely light.
Life seems so like that bit of string…
Each deed we do, a simple thing,
Yet day by day if on life’s stand
We work with patient heart and hand,
It gathers joy, makes dark days bright,
And gives at last a lovely light.