The candle burns bright into the darkened room.
It chases away the shadows, bringing comfort to the tiny heart.
The candle burns long to shine a path across the plain.
It leads the way home, weary travelers returning from unknown parts.
The candle flickers as it’s battered by the wind.
It resolves to stay lit in spite of the threat.
The candle flickers on as the enemy tears at your soul.
It stands firm within your heart, preaching a sermon, casting the net.
Trim the wick.
Pour the oil.
Fan the flame.
Don’t let the trials lessen your foundation, silencing your claim.
Light the fire.
Shield with truth.
Block the gale.
Don’t give the enemy a foothold, causing you to fail.