Vessel of brass, polished like gold,
Bright as the fire you’re destined to hold,
Gleaming by day in the power of the sun,
A mirror, held out to the Brilliant One,
Drawn from the earth as a servant of light,
Graceful and slender, you reach for the sky,
Simple in Beauty, a sculpture for use,
A holder of joy for the candle of truth:
CHORUS
You stand in the shadows,
Awaiting your chance
To carry the candle
Stretched out in your hands,
Giving up honor,
Going unseen by night
For invisible glory
As you carry the Light.
We honor your beauty, but your deepest desire
Is the dance of the candle, the kiss of the fire.
All eyes are on you, but the joy that you find
Says it’s not how you look. It’s the light that you shine.
CHORUS
CHORUS
Written by Jim Weber
(c) Copyright 1991 Centergy Music Group (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.