A Candle's but a simple thing:
It starts with just a bit of string.
Yet dipped and dipped with patient hand,
It gathers wax upon the strand,
Until, complete, and snowy white,
It gives at last 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 strand
We work with patient heart and hand,
It gathers joy, makes dark day bright,
And gives at last a lovely light.
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UNINSTRUCTED
"I'm going to send you down to earth".
Said God to me one day,
"I'm giving you what men call birth —
Tonight, you'll start away.
I want you there to live with men,
Until I call you back again".
I trembled as I heard Him speak
Yet knew that I must go;
I felt His hand upon my cheek,
And wished that I might know
Just what on earth would be my task,
And timidly I dared to ask.
"Tell me before I start away,
What thou would have me do;
What message would thou have me say?
When shall my work be through?
That I may serve Thee on earth?
Tell me the purpose of my birth".
God smiled at me and softly said,
"Oh you shall find your task,
I want you free life's paths to tread.
So do not stay to ask
Remember if your best you do,
That I shall ask no more of you".
How often as my work I do,
So common place and grim,
I sit and sigh and wish I knew
If I am pleasing Him.
I wonder if with every test,
I've really tried to do my best?
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Vera Petersen, 95, wife of Edwin Petersen, the author of these articles, passed away on Friday evening, June 19th 2015.
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