1st Peter 1:7
That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ.
When the mourning comes
And you seek to run,
From the brightness of the Son
But there is no hiding place
To be found,
And you tumble to the ground,
Every fiber
Of your soul burns with
Fervency, you've never known
As if placed in a furnace
Of burning coals,
You feel your at the end
And can't go on
Don't misunderstand the nature
Of this fire,
lie still beneath His
Mighty hand
It is His perfect plan,
T'will not kill
"Nay" but rather burn away,
All things found outside
His gates
There is much joy to be
Found in this mourning,
Dry your eyes,
Lift your hands, give
Him praise,
Let the dross be burned away
That you might hear the
Master say,
On that joyous homecoming day,
Come in beloved child
You've made it through,
I've a crown and robe
That waits for you.
