God’s Refining Grace

He sat by a fire of sevenfold heat
As he watched by the precious ore
And closer he bent with a turning gaze
As he heated it more and more.

He know he ad 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 price untold.

So, he laid our gold in the burning fire
Through we fey would have said, “Nay,”
And he watched as the dross that we said
We had not seen was melted and passed it away.

And the gold grew brighter and yet more bright
But our eyes were filled with tears.
We saw but fire, not the master’s hand
And questioned with anxious fears.

Yet our gold shown out with a richer glow
As it mirrored a form above
That bent o’er the fire, though unseen by us
With the look of ineffable love.

Can we think that it pleases his loving heart
To cause us moments of pain?
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 goal did not suffer a bit more heat
Than was needed to make it pure.

-Author Unknown

(From The Blessings of Brokenness by Charles Stanley p 146)


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