I am the wick, consumed with his praise and worship

Drawing on the oil of the Spirit

Blazing with His marvelous beauty

Sending up fragrant worship in the smoke of His glory

I remain lit with the fire from His presence

Yet must be maintained,

filled continually with the oil of His love

Trimmed of my spent works

Always in Him alive with His life

Shining forth His light as only I can

Joining with His sons to manifest His love in the earth