Sunday, October 18, 2015

I met a stranger in the night
Whose lamp had ceased to shine.
I paused and let him light
His lamp from mine.
A tempest sprang up later on
And shook the world about.
And when the wind was gone
My lamp was out!
But back to me the stranger came—
His lamp was glowing fine!
He held the precious flame
And lighted mine!8
-Lon Woodrum

i loved this little poem that President Monson quoted in his recent conference talk. Isn't it so true in life, sometimes our flame is burning brightly and we are able to help light another's and other times ours is weak and we are blessed by the light of others that we once helped rekindle.

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