The Candle Burns

You said:

Let there be Light

And there was.

I pray,

Let there be Love.

So many here trample my soul
With presumptions and rejections.
Before this place, when I was inside,
Didn’t I see the broken? Didn’t I let them in?
Because You are no respecter of persons,
And they could see beyond their noses.
I am barred here, labeled, held outside
One of Your storm-torn, trampled roses.
Comparing myself to the beautiful
Isn’t an object of gloat;
I defend my little value here,
Because I cling to anything that floats.
Sunken people always do.
Let love melt this cold-hearted place.
Dissolve their foolish pride.
Wrap Your bride in spotless lace,
Defend her honor, lift her face,

Because the idea of such love
Originates from You.

Remember Your betrothed.