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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