Lamplight

Lamplight

You're the soft, golden lamplight

Flooding my room,

At the close of a day

That's left me confused.

You're the breeze in my hair

On a still, ocean shore,

That helps me believe

There are bright things in store.

You're a friend's gentle smile

In the midst of the pain,

That fans hope's dying ember

Into a flame.

You're the black and white house

At the end of the road,

Because wherever You are

Feels like home.

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I love songs where the artist reflects on who Jesus is to them and how they experience Him through everyday things. I'm no songwriter, but I wanted to create a similar piece. I have mixed feelings about this poem - I usually try to avoid rhyming because I worry it might come off as cliché. However, I felt a lot of joy and peace as I was writing this. I pray that these words would encourage you as well.

Hope you have a wonderful rest of your week!

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"The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness;

his mercies begin afresh each morning."

- Lamentations 3:22-23 (NLT)