It seems I am experiencing
A fiery furnace season.
I don't claim to understand
Nor dwell upon the reason.
My furnace has been heated up
Seventy times much hotter,
But I am just the clay and
I've got to trust the potter.
At times it's hard to take my eyes
Off of the burning flame,
But I won't bow to anything
That doesn't bear His Name!
Every crisis does create
A great need for deliverance.
Moments may seem more like years
When the fire grows more intense.
I may walk right through the flames
But I don't expect to burn.
Because dependance on delivery
Must be my main concern.
Just like the Hebrew children
In Daniel three and twenty five,
I'm looking for that fourth man
To bring me out alive!
There will be no smell of smoke...
Just the scent of love in motion.
The sweet aroma of my Savior
Like a soothing, fragrant lotion.
I guess in every walk with God,
All according to His plan,
He allows a fiery furnace
To build our trust in the fourth man.
May 30, 2009
"Then Nebuchadnezzar the king was
astonished, and rose up in haste,
and spoke, and said unto his
counselors, Did not we cast three
men bound into the midst of the
fire? They answered and said unto
the king, True O king.
He answered and said, Lo, I see
four men loose, walking in the
midst of the fire, and they have
no hurt, and the form of the fourth
man is like the Son of God."