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The fire is not a foe, though it may sear, It is the heat that burns the dross away; For in the furnace, God is standing near, To shape the stubborn spirit from the clay. Each heavy trial is but a steady hand, That turns the soil so deeper roots may grow, Transforming what we had not planned Into a harvest only grace could sow. CHORUS: You’re the Fire in the winter, the Shadow in the heat, The Mercy in the struggle, and the Song in my defeat. Every trial is a tether, pulling me to You, Breaking what is old, to make my spirit new. In the furnace of the making, I am finding I am blessed— For Your goodness is the process, and Your Mercy is where I rest. He uses every shadow for the light, To pull us from the crutch of our own pride; Until we find, within the darkest night, There is no place His goodness cannot hide. The "No" we feared, the door that wouldn't swing, Were filters for a faith more pure than gold— To teach the weary heart a way to cling To promises that never will grow old. CHORUS: You’re the Fire in the winter, the Shadow in the heat, The Mercy in the struggle, and the Song in my defeat. Every trial is a tether, pulling me to You, Breaking what is old, to make my spirit new. In the furnace of the making, I am finding I am blessed— For Your goodness is the process, and Your Mercy is where I rest. Our characters are carved by jagged flint, The ego softened by the tears we weep; Until we bear the Maker’s subtle hint, And wake the virtues that had fallen asleep. He draws us close by breaking every chain, Refining every flaw with patient care; To prove that not a single drop of pain Is ever lost or vanished into air. CHORUS: You’re the Fire in the winter, the Shadow in the heat, The Mercy in the struggle, and the Song in my defeat. Every trial is a tether, pulling me to You, Breaking what is old, to make my spirit new. In the furnace of the making, I am finding I am blessed— For Your goodness is the process, and Your Mercy is where I rest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hopeful Music for the soul. This Channel is dedicated to my stillborn Daughter Hadassah Hope. Can't wait to see you in Heaven. Until that day I'll carry on in the strength of Christ Jesus. May the content on this channel bless and sanctify you. Shalom! LIKE & SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE MUSIC!