Out of the Fire
Out of the Fire
The very finest, purest gold,
Is tried by fire.
The very strongest, boldest soul;
Must fight desire.
Within the humble valley grows,
The tallest corn.
Out of a curse, and agony;
A child is born.
Though the mighty Eagle bounds,
Upon the heights,
A sweeter song sing the nightingale;
Who hides from light.
Though your soul is weary,
And your body spent.
Remember, out of love,
Our trials are sent.
I know the flame burns hotter,
Swept by the fan.
But through Christ, you'll rise victorious
A better man.
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