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The Little Lamp glows warmly as The Child waves on the stone path.
Every evening, the Little Lamp glowed on the stone path. 'Shine, little friend,' said The Villagers, smiling. The Child waved, skipping past. 'Your light helps me,' she whispered. The Lamp sparkled happily.
At night, the Little Lamp glows as the Child smiles nearby.
Night after night, the Lamp watched footprints find home. 'Thank you,' said The Villagers. The Child added, 'I feel brave with you.' The Lamp thought, I am small, but useful, and glowed.
The Little Lamp flickers weakly as a villager passes by, unaware.
One windy evening, the Little Lamp felt weary. 'Does anyone notice?' it wondered, flickering. The Villagers hurried past, distracted. The Lamp dimmed, unsure. 'Maybe my light doesn’t matter,' it sighed, growing faint.
The Child hugs herself on a dark path, looking toward the Little Lamp in the distance.
Far down the path, the Child shivered. 'It’s darker tonight,' she said softly. She hugged herself and prayed, 'Jesus, please help.' She looked toward the Lamp. 'I wish you’d shine again.'
On a windy night, the Little Lamp glows softly, leaves swirling nearby as it remembers the Master.
The Little Lamp listened to the quiet. A gentle memory warmed its wick: 'Your light comes from the Master.' 'Master,' it whispered, 'did I forget?' The wind answered only with sighs.
The Little Lamp flickers beside the kneeling Child, both quietly hoping under the night sky.
It bowed its tiny flame. 'Jesus, please fill me again,' the Lamp prayed. The Child waited, whispering, 'I trust You.' The Villagers paused, noticing. 'Little friend, don’t give up now,' he encouraged.
The Master kneels to refill the Little Lamp as The Child watches.
Footsteps approached softly. The Master arrived with kind eyes and gentle hands. 'I see you,' He said. The Child gasped with hope. The Lamp fluttered, 'Master, my oil is low.'
The Master fills the Little Lamp with oil as it shines warmly, lighting the path.
The Master uncorked fragrant oil and gently cleaned the glass. 'I haven’t forgotten you,' He promised. He filled the Lamp. Warmth rushed bright. The Villagers smiled, 'Look! Light for our steps!'
The Child laughs under the glowing lamp as The Master smiles beside her.
The Lamp gleamed, steady and strong. The Child laughed, 'Thank You, Jesus!' She took The Villagers’ hand. 'Come, let’s go home,' he said. The Master nodded, joy shining in His face.
The Master gently speaks to the Little Lamp as the Child listens by its soft glow at night.
'Your light comes from Me,' the Master taught gently. 'When you’re tired, ask, and I will fill you.' The Lamp listened. 'I’ll share Your brightness,' it promised. The Child whispered, 'I will too.'
The Little Lamp glows warmly beside the Child waving at night.
Night followed night. The Lamp welcomed footsteps with warm glow. The Villagers said, 'God is good.' The Child waved, 'His light helps me be brave.' The Master’s love felt near to all.
The Little Lamp glows warmly as the Child and a Villager stand together on a peaceful path.
On a quiet evening, the Lamp hummed bright. 'Thank You, Master,' it sang. 'When I’m weary, I’ll ask Jesus.' The Child and The Villagers nodded. The path glowed with shared, joyful light.