Good morning!

Today I want to share a poem that I found yesterday and have not been able to get off of my mind. 

God has used this poem to pour sweet honey into my heart and soul.  I hope it will speak to your heart the way it has mine.

The Refiner’s Fire

He sat by a furnace of seven-fold heat,
As He watched by 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 of price untold.

So He laid our gold in the burning fire,
Tho’ we fain would say Him "nay."
And watched the dross that we had not seen
As it melted and passed away.

And the gold grew brighter and got more bright,
But our eyes were 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 ineffable love.

Can we think it pleases His loving heart
To cause us moments of pain?
Ah, no! But He sees 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.

                                          

I long to be HIS pure gold

I long to be changed

I long to let go of my impurities

I long to hear well done my good and faithful servant

I long to be of use

I long to be worthy of His crown

I long to desire His will

I long to submit all

I long for HIM, my refiner

I long to be His pure gold

Sweet Sister,

there is purpose in the refining process.

It is painful but there is purpose.

I pray that you will find encouragement to stay in the fire as long as you need to be there.

I pray that one day soon you will be able to count it all joy (James 1:2).

Your Refiner loves you and desires the best of and for you.

You are worthy of His work.

You are worthy.

Charity