Forged, Shaped, and Purified

Forgive me.  I stated that I probably was done posting boring poetic rants. Obviously I lied.  Some of you told me God wasn't done with me yet, but I was skeptical.  He took me behind the woodshed and had a few words with me and then stuck me in time-out.  Then a few bad things happened in life and here I am again.  I wrote this awhile back but I don't think I ever posted it.  Forgive me if I did, sorry.

Forged, Shaped, and Purified

Whatever doesn’t destroy us,

Definitely makes us stronger,

But when we’re going through that fire,

Our only question is, “How much longer?”

All we know is the flames are hot,

And our faith is being shaken at the core,

We wonder why this is happening to us,

And don’t think we can take much more.

Being a Christian isn’t so easy,

The enemy is continually in our faces,

The attacks are overwhelming,

Always knocking us back a few paces.

But the Lord has us in His Hand,

We do not tread these paths alone,

He guides us in our steps,

And protects us while on His Throne.

There are no answers here on earth,

As to why we need to suffer at length,

But Jesus made it very clear,

Picking up our Cross would require His Strength.

Gold can only be forged by fire,

The dross extracted through the heat,

Purification is derived through the process,

Burn!  Shape!  Repeat!

To enter through the Narrow Gate,

We must submit to the Will of God,

The earthly baggage will be relinquished,

As the Angels in Heaven fervently applaud!

So don’t give up in the consuming inferno,

Cool your heals and intensify your belief,

God’s Love for us is measured in bullion,

And our Faith in Him will bring relief.

Bad things happen to good people,

It rains on the righteous as well as the wicked,

But only the SAVED will enter the Kingdom,

Because the Blood of the Lamb purchased our Ticket!!

We have our tickets in our hands, yet the train to Heaven has not yet arrived.  However, I believe I see the smoke coming from it's stacks just around the bend and I can slightly hear the wheels on the rails.  Come Lord Jesus -- we're ready!!!

Humbly