Lily’s Candle

She came to us, this dark skinned girl
To be our brother’s wife
And when she came into our home
She changed our way of life.

With childlike faith this lovely girl
Lights a candle every day
And on the floor, by her altar there
Our Lily kneels to pray.

She does not pray for worldly things
Just food, and home, and rest
And as her candle brightly glows
We know that we’ve been blessed.

We’ve known her such a little while
Yet much respect she earns
Because we know we’re nearer God
When Lily’s candle burns.

-B. Amos-White

Lily’s Candle