I am a lit candle; the dark of my closet is no match.
I am a rung bell; silence cannot shut me down.
Wherefore, then, this fear?
Who, could judge a flame, or a peal? Your light shines from my chest; your music from my mouth.
There is no race to run nor target to hit. Let me speak your words after you, Lord.
(Letter #2,504)
Daily Letters to God 