Oil in my Lamp


 Fan the flames

Don't run out of oil

Work for treasures in heaven that never spoil

I was empty,
but you filled me -
I asked, and waited.

Everything I needed,
You've provided -
and poured out into me,
more than I could ever ask for.

Without your oil,
my lamp had no meaning -
a vessel, carrying no light.

Fill me, daily -
that I might shine,
steadily, brightly.


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