We all do tender a lamp sometimes of brass filled with oil
In years gone past the whale of the sea were made to boil
Ahoy yee Matey with a thar she blows from a Whaler she sounds
Whales to be flensed and light the try-pots and make the rounds
Those were sailors, Aye this is true
But God’s love sparks something anew
We each are our own separate lamps
One’s we display from our kinfolk like gramps
A lamp brings forth light when it is newly displayed
Filled with oil to the brim with a wick always frayed
We are brought into this world that cuts through the dark
It can be dim or bright as we make our own marks
Some lamps are destined with warnings to ships at night
Colors of Green and Red to warn them of rocks in sight
So some of us are on earth to provide comfort from fear
Savings lives to all that are dear
Lives can be of spiritual realms after we die
Depends on the light we give while we are alive
Don’t care for your lamp and it will gather the soot and block out the light
Your soul like the lamp will tarnish and your light lost its fight
The light is still there, but hidden under the darken blaze
Your light then means nothing are you not amazed
As in life, we have so much oil to set out our sails
The wick can feed as much to we are too frail
With God’s love we tender our glow
Some get lost and the soot does so grow
Never give up in his love he sends in all the taught sails
He is the lighthouse keeper and his light never fails
He shall not less us flounder in seas of great height
He shall bless us and hold us in Heaven so tight
So my friends it is to you to keep your lamp shine
It ages with blemish and it runs out ‘till blind
Our part on Earth is just a flicker of the flame
Don’t allow your lamp to be maimed
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