And with every candle on the Menorah that illuminates the night, comes my prayer you'd kindle in me, Yeshua, a desire for your fire for your light. Take my supply of oil, not enough to burn long I fear. But, oh how I pray that one day I may say, 'a great miracle happened here on this Hanukkah, on this feast of dedication. I dedicate my self to you.
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