The Joy of Being Refined

                                                           He sat by a fire of sevenfold heat,

refinersfireas He looked at the precious ore,

and closer He bent with a searching 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 mold as a crown for the King to wear,

set with gems with a price untold.

So He laid our gold in the burning fire,

though we would have asked for delay,

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, though unseen by us,

with a look of unspeakable love.

Should we think that it pleases His loving heart

to cause us a moment’s pain?

Not so!  For He saw through the present cross

the joy of eternal gain.

So He waited there with 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.


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