Flickering Flame
May your fire kindle my flame,
for no other source is the same;
your love'n mercy, tis' what I seek,
to mingle among the meek.
You spoke, I did not hear,
my malice'n anger, brought only fear,
to my family, whom I love so dear.
Your grace'n forgiveness I crave,
til' my dying day - at rest in the grave;
to You I give, who gave me breathe'n life,
two precious daughters, my loving wife.
My future is bright, so I'm told,
this I long to hold:
three precious hearts - their love to unfold.
© 2009 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
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