The melted wax from the church is sent in a barrel
It is melted again and formed into new candles
Somehow blessed by the church they graced
And now in someone's house, a hope, a light
The flames that went out years ago
Await a match, a prayer, a dark night
Once borrowed the only new part the wick
To be burned down again holy wax dripping
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