Why Do I Live?
There's a yearning in my heart
To put meaning to the part
I have to enact
In this play called life
I don’t seem to be the perfect lime-lit star
I’m not the villain, surely not the extra!
Then who am I? I sought
…………………..and I thought
……………………….and now I know…
I am the silent torch bearer, humble and sweet,
For every scene, I light the lamps on every street.
Noone ever sees me cos I melt into the night
But behind me they always see the blazing trail of light .
If I didn’t play my part
Nor brighten every corner dark
This world would never point its finger at me.
Cos merged with the night I would be
Neither would my conscience prick
Cos without the light …my faults I cannot see!
But then on life’s stage I’d truly be just a nobody!
But I’m more than a nobody
I am the torchbearer, albeit obscure!
The actors see no charm in me
And my role is acknowledged by nobody-yet!
The torchbearer has his fingers charred
Blackened, blistered rudely marred,
By flaming coals that accidentally slipped
Onto the hands that silently lit.
And one day his little flame burned out!
Never to breathe think or aspire .
But like a phoenix out of ashes he arose
And flew to the One who had kindled his fire .
Like in every play at its climactic end
"Life’s" stage too, will one day her curtains close
Then the Author of “Life”will eternity spend
Giving due acknowledgement to the world’s dross.
What was never applauded will then be exalted
What the world turned its face from will then be looked upon
Charred hands ,weary feet that walked drab streets lighting lamps,
will then be honoured, like champs!
Are you a torchbearer….?
Let Jesus be your light and loving flame…..
It’s the surest shot at eternal fame
Be a torchbearer for Christ