It will not all be good Yes, the mountain of the Lord Yes, a glorious bride arising But how? How does beauty come forth? By woes, by tears Gold to refining the fire Only exposed dross is removed There is a master craftsman His ways are not our ways You will not be saved from the darkest hour Swept away to bliss You will be saved in spite of the darkness Cradled in everlasting arms, yes But in the crucible of affliction With One was a Son of the God Walking beside you in the furnace Host and brethren unseen around you Lest you dash your foot against a stone The wickedest of all days Like Noah's time, but worse Unprecedented distress That's what he said But he also said "Fear not I am with you" What could be greater? To walk through the best and worst of times Hand in hand with an infallible guide Yes, weep and mourn and wail Sweep your idols into Kidron's brook But likewise rejoice Look up, your redemption draws near Stephen Pursell, 9/04 |  |
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