REFINERS FIRE
Gold and silver are dull, look nothing at all
When from the earth these gifts they do haul,
They seem of little worth to the beholders eye,
Something to kick on the ground as you walk by.

Yet the trained smith knows it’s true value,
Knows how the bright luster to bring into view,
He knows how much heat it takes to purely refine,
And the amount of pressure to make the ore shine.

A refiners fire is watched day and night, all the time,
Until just the right heat, the right pressure to prime
The gold or the silver for it’s true worth to show,
Enough pain and suffering to make it purely glow.

We, in our own lives, need the same refiners fire,
We need to be tempered to our God’s true desire,
For we will be as dross if we are not tested and tired
By the refiners fire, so we shine and God’s love not hide.

Be willing like the gold and the silver to suffer and so to shine,
Never grumble but rejoice when in suffering you may pine,
Thank the Lord for His mercy as through the fire you go,
He is doing this because, you see, it shows He loves us all so.

M Ann Margetson November 7, 2001