THE CANDLE
As a white candle in it’s place,
There shown beauty in her aged face.
As truth is loved, and truth is told,
She was not ashamed of growing old.
As the light glows for all to see,
She chose her life most carefully.
As the moth is drawn to the flame,
Those who loved her praised her name.
She either like you or did not!
No in between as the wax drops.
Her light shone o’er four-score years,
Inducing laughter and sharing tears.
But candles burn only for a while,
Their light soon ceases, as a fading smile.
And when it quenches, burning here no more,
It’s lit forever on Heaven’s shore.
Good-bye Susie
Bro. Larry D. Sparks
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