A candle’s but a simple thing,
It starts with just a bit of string.
Yet dipped and dipped with patient hand,
It gathers wax upon the strand.
Until complete and snowy white, (red or green)
It gives at last a lovely light.
Life is so like the bit of string,
Each deed we do a simple thing.
Yet day by day if on our strand,
We work with patient heart and hand.
It gathers joy, makes dark days bright,
And gives at last a lovely light.
