"Lamps"
The fire of God is winded by His Spirit
Just as the furnace is reborn
By the bellow's puffs
The flame reaching skyward
As doth the soul in love with truth
For the heart knows its Kingdom
The sky its citizens
Without the flame
The heart is pointless
Without the heavens
The flame mute
But when the eye becomes a lighthouse
And the soul reclaims its fortress
A new spirit ignites in the House of God
Never again to be without the fuel of love
Is it not written that we are lamps?
John Christopher
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