The Lord spoke to me last night. Like so many poems I have written, I was compelled to write down the first line, not knowing what was coming next. The Holy Spirit has shown me to write in faith, He will give the next line. So this is what He said to me after a week of tremendous trial, having to stand in the midst of the fire........bro Frank

In the Midst of it All

Oh glorious fourth man in the flame
Stand with Him and never be the same
Let the world gaze on and wonder at it all
Standing firm in the furnace, standing tall

There is gold in this refiners fire
In the world you'd be covered by the muck and the mire
Yet in this place of testing and refining
There is one like the Son of God gloriously shining

Do not fear when the enemy knocks upon your door
Nor in the darkened den when you hear the lion roar
The Son of God is coming with lightning in His hand
By His power and by His grace you shall forever stand

So stand amidst the flames and know you shall not fall
Stand upon the rising storm and hear the Master call
Lift your eyes and fix your gaze on Christ and Him alone
Rise up above all earthly fears and stand before His throne

A place where every storm is stilled
A place where every saint is filled
A place that casts out every fear
A place where Jesus Christ is near.