Candleholder



Candleholder, o Candleholder,
I am grateful that You lit my wick
Candleholder, o Candleholder,
You hold me upside down
Candleholder, o Candleholder,
You are aiming the wax inside

the candleholder, the candleholder
that stands so stable on the ground
the candleholder, the candleholder
into which I’m placed, held and found
the candleholder, the candleholder
is where I’ll stand tall and proud.

Candleholder, o Candleholder,
I’ll stand secure and shine
In your candleholder so divine
I’ll stand without Your hand
And let people admire Your flame
While the wax runs down my frame. 

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