The Lamp
The night is dark, but I hold a light,
at the end of the walkway,
which burns ever so bright.
I stand there with my lamp aglow,
shining the way in the night.
At the end of the road,
"they" disappear,
and drop completely out of sight.
Only a few turn to the light,
and saunter into the sanctuary,
filled with serenity and peace;
The others, without a thought,
just pass on by;
their conversations never cease.
How does one pass by the light,
which shines for all to see?
Is it because they are blind?
As they pass, do they not see me?
I wish someone would call out above the chatter,
and have them turn my way.
I am only able to capture the attention of a few,
while others slip away.
~© Sandra Lewis Pringle~
"My prayer is not for them alone.
I pray also for those who will believe in Me
through their message,
that all of them may be one, Father,
just as You are in Me,
and I am in You . . ."
John 17:20-21
