Anvil of Adversity

 

He took that piece of metal raw

And placed it in the roaring flame. 

It turned bright red, is what I saw

Would now the blacksmith the metal blame?

What was wrong with how I was

A rod of metal clean and strong 

I did not understand his cause

I only wanted to belong. 

Time and time again he smote 

Upon the anvil with such force. 

The pain was great, he seemed to gloat

I screamed until my voice was hoarse. 

Soon the hammering did cease

I thought the pain was done for sure. 

That reprieve was a short lease

The grinding came to make me pure. 

How could it be worse than the forge

I turned to look into his eyes. 

His love removed the sting by George 

I soon would be a worthy prize. 

Polishing the finished blade

Was all that He had left to do. 

Through all my suffering I was made 

It all was worth what I went through.

What started with such piercing pain

On the anvil of adversity

I did not know what I would gain

I had become what God did see!