Last Days

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