Thursday, March 1, 2012

refining beauty

Sitting in the refinery, heart held in hands, she lets it be,
Her bent knees, kissing her forehead, she sees

she sees grace, and Your light leaving Your beautiful trace,
she feels renewal, desperately pursued,
through and through.

and she rests, because here in the refinery, she is known,
and Your ever-surpassing glory, is shown.

Her love for You grows, the trials and thorns,
do nothing to tear her apart, nothing but a sweet time to mourn,

but then Your love beckons her come, and enter in.
Enter in, to the beauty that lies awaiting her after the storm.

Cause after the storm, hope rises,
out of demises.

Cause after the storm, love is found,
chains unbound.

Cause after the storm, peace comes,
in soft lingering sighs and hums.

In the refinery, You're near,
ever nearer.

In the refining, hearts find reasons,
for the perilous seasons.

In the refining, hearts find rest,
long ago stowed away in memory's chest.

In the refining, there is beauty,
you just have to look ever so closely to see.


And she's sitting in the refinery, heart held in hands, she lets it be, 
Her bent knees, kissing her forehead, she finally, finally sees.


He's refining me. I used to be scared of the word refined. It used to cause fear to rise up within my beating heart, but God's showing me the beauty of it. Sure, it involves pain, uncertainty and it's never comfortable, but beautiful hearts, it's worth it. Cause in the refining, You find more of Him.

And what is better than having more of Him in all of our waking moments?

Don't fear refining, remember perfect love casts out all fear, dear. Lift up your empty hands and your hurting heart, take a respite on your bent knees, and just let Him, let Him be.

Let go of the burdens you claim are just your own, and remember sweet daughter and son, you, you are known. Hope exists for the heart ever so refined, don't hold onto what is behind, but walk in faith sweet child. Walk in faith, sweet child, hold onto hope. And don't you ever for a second think, you are alone, you are not your own.

2 comments:

  1. On the refiner's floor, we can only look up. It is then that we fully see His face.

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