Three lights burned brightly
with Christ's love,
Three hearts ignited alive,
They gave God all that
they had to give.
Three sheep of His pasture,
They were counted
worthy of His altars.
Three fiery furnaces,
Stoked up by the
flames of persecution.
Three flaming torches,
They were God's fuel.
O, Slain Lamb of Galilee,
They burned out for Thee.
© Miriam Jacob
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