Pain's furnace heat within me quivers,
God's breath upon the flame does blow;
And all my heart in anguish shivers
And trembles at the fiery glow;
And yet I whisper, "As God will!"
And in the hottest fire hold still.
He comes and lays my heart, all heated,
On the hard anvil, minded so
Into His own fair shape to beat it
With His great hammer, blow by blow;
And yet I whisper, "As God will!"
And at His heaviest blows hold still.
He takes my softened heart and beats it;
The sparks fly off at every blow;
He turns it o'er and o'er and heats it,
And lets it cool, and makes it glow;
And yet I whisper, "As God will!"
And in His mighty hand hold still.
Why should I complain? for the sorrow
Then only longer-lived will be;
The end may come, and will tomorrow,
When God has done His work in me;
So I say trusting, "As God will!"
And, trusting to the end hold still.
Julius Sturm
This poem is from a devotional entitled Streams in the Desert
As the silversmith stays with the piece he is crafting, not leaving it for even a second, lest it be destroyed, our Father God does the same with us. He knows when His masterpiece is finished. As He looks into His finished work, He sees His own image........He knows how hot the furnace must be and the duration of the fire.
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