I woke one morning not too long ago, with the image of God as a blacksmith at work on our souls. I’ll let the words below tell you about what happened next. They came to me when I thought of preparinga header for this post. God supplies our needs as we encounter them, in God’s own time but we are always better off when we let God be in control.
This song is now finished, it had a rebirth
It started, a torrent, a flood at the first
It slowed to a stop, for days nothing came at all
Though I tried to force closure, it awaited Your call
The learning continues, this talent You give
Seems to parallel, this life that I live
When I try to move forward, to progress without You
My struggles are great, Lord, my rewards very few
But when I seek Your love and Your guidance, it seems
That I start to do things, far past my wildest dreams
Seek refuge in God, please listen, my soul
For only in God, will you ever be whole!
May you feel and recognize God’s movements in your life today and always!
JOHN
‘The Blacksmith’
God, You stand at the forge, crafting my soul
Repairing what’s broken, making me whole
With hammer and tongs, with love and with care
You’ll pound and You’ll polish, and lay my soul bare
Upon life’s anvil, You’ll shape and You’ll mold
Me into something, far more precious than gold
Tempered and sculpted by Your own loving hand
Help me be Your face to my fellow man
I can’t see where I’m going, what’s round the next bend
I have no way of knowing, where my journey will end
But I know You’re the Master and that you have a plan
I will trust and obey you the best that I can
God, You stand at the forge, crafting my soul
Repairing what’s broken, making me whole
With hammer and tongs, with love and with care
You’ll pound and You’ll polish, and lay my soul bare
Upon life’s anvil, You’ll shape and You’ll mold
Me into something, far more precious than gold
Tempered and sculpted by Your own loving hand
Help me be Your face to my fellow man
My future is a myst’ry, I may never know
Just how you’ll want to use me, or how you’ll shape my soul
But I know You’re the Blacksmith and that I am the tool
Take the coal that I am, turn me into a jewel
God, You stand at the forge, crafting my soul
Repairing what’s broken, making me whole
With hammer and tongs, with love and with care
You’ll pound and You’ll polish, and lay my soul bare
Upon life’s anvil, You’ll shape and You’ll mold
Me into something, far more precious than gold
Tempered and sculpted by Your own loving hand
Help me be Your face to my fellow man
My life, the raw material, You add gifts and talents
Thrust me into the furnace, fiery and hot, of experience
Baptized by your spirit, polished by Jesus’ grace
I can be a reflection, of Your glorious face
God, You stand at the forge, crafting my soul
Repairing what’s broken, making me whole
With hammer and tongs, with love and with care
You’ll pound and You’ll polish, and lay my soul bare
Upon life’s anvil, You’ll shape and You’ll mold
Me into something, far more precious than gold
Tempered and sculpted by Your own loving hand
Help me be Your face to my fellow man
Copyright February 10, 2012 John Lage, Jr. All rights reserved.
