But now, all you who light fires and provide yourselves with flaming torches, go, walk in the light of your fires and of the torches you have set ablaze. Isaiah 50:11
I lift high the torch of my own
accomplishments.
Of my talents,
Of my intelligence,
And great wisdom.
As I encounter the winds of life,
my torch
Flickers,
Sputters,
Fades to an ember.
Criticism by others and
self-doubt, leave my torch,
And my soul,
In a sodden
Miserable heap.
Compared to the torches of
others, my torch
Is but a spark.
Compared to the sun
It is nothing.
I stumble in darkness.
But, into my hands is placed
another torch,
The Light of the World,
He in whom is
No darkness.
Lift high the Light!
In him was life, and that life was
the light of all mankind. John 1:4
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