The Master’s loving hand
Ever so gently increases
The flames of affliction,
The kind that blinds your eyes to life
Cutting ever deeper,
Grief so deep my heart quakes
In currents that drown my soul
And strangle my desires,
Melts my independence
Like ice on hot pavement.
Though the Lord gave you adversity for food
and suffering for drink,
he will still be with you to teach you.
You will see your teacher with your own eyes.
21 Your own ears will hear him.
Right behind you a voice will say,
“This is the way you should go,”
whether to the right or to the left.
22 Then you will destroy all your silver idols
and your precious gold images.
You will throw them out like filthy rags,
saying to them, “Good riddance!”
I have refined you, but not as silver is refined.
Rather, I have refined you in the furnace of suffering.