He Shal sit as a refiner....

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by Takesha, Jan 17, 2004.

  1. Takesha

    Takesha New Member

    "He sat by a fire of seven-fold heat,
    AS He watched by the precious ore,
    And closer He bent with a serching gaze
    As He heated it more and more.

    He knew He had ore that could stand the test,
    And He wanted the finest gold,
    To mould as a crown for the King to wear,
    Set with gems with a price untold.

    So He laid our gold in the burning fire
    Tho' we fain would have said Him 'Nay',
    And he watched the dross that we had not seen
    And it melted and passed away.

    And the gold grew brighter and yet more bright,
    But our eyes were so dim with tears,
    We saw but the fire-not the Master's hand,
    And questioned with anxious fears.

    Yet our gold shone out with a richer glow,
    As it mirrored a Form above,
    That bent o'er the fire, tho' unseen by us,
    With a look of ineffable love,

    Can we think that it please His loving heart
    To cause us a moments pain?
    Ah, no! but He saw through the present cross
    The bliss of eternal gain.

    So He waited there with a watchful eye,
    With a love that is strong and sure,
    And His gold did not suffer a bit more heat,
    Than was needed to make it pure."