We think we are clean till fire is applied.
It magnifies all that hasn’t died.
It burns away sin throughout our test;
it’s His require before His best.
We’re used to His patience, His love and His grace,
but in the fire He hides His face.
Instead of mercy, seems mean and cruel;
we’ve now come under a different rule.
His sights are set on what is best,
good no longer His aim;
He stokes and pokes and throws on the coal,
and increases both heat and flame.
Once the fire has burned away
all that had not died,
a flood of grace is ushered in
as He shows up at our side.
The fire still continues to burn
but not to cleanse our sin;
where once it was there to burn away,
now it burns Him in.
“Now it burns Him in.”
I like that! May it be so.
Very nice poem! How true!