Burning in Your Presence

My life burns in Your Presence as a candle.
Before you I stand as melting wax,
Awaiting Your seal
And assignment.

My days have come in steady supply,
Grace and provision never wanting.
Loaves and fishes You have given me.
In prayer I place my plenty in Your Hands.

Leaning on Your Arm,
I wait for You
To multiply even the smallest morsel
To feed a hungry world.

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