The Little Guides

The little light shows
The little flame burns
The little bird sings
The little voice guides
And to a little place
I am led
With full knowledge
That it is the right one
Where my God and I
Have the best of communion.
It all starts small
And soon
His glory I behold
And marvel
At His glorious sight.
It may take long
But the little light
Flame, bird and voice
Led me to where
It all began.