The Lord's Temple

I'm the Lord's temple
I've been made gentle to serve God's people
I could be so little, yet He made me graceful
I must be very subtle like His burning candle
Showing His noble people till i suffer wrinkle
So, for this very reason, i will never twinke.

To keep His temple holy, i must remain lowly
This may tag me lonely, yet i'll keep standing
They may say it's folly, and reject my story
Leaving me hanging even if i am lanky
They may say "he's crazy!" when they see me praying
They may never hail me, even when i'm waving...

At this very level, i must never stumble,
I must never fail to where my bold face.
So, like a broken bottle, the matter is settled
tho' my struggle be doubled and my head be puzzled
I shall declear my virtue
I'm the Lord's temple.