One needs to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames are the hottest as to burn away all the impurities. His eyes never leave the precious metal and knows it is refined & finished when He can see His own image in it....May He see His image in me.

Monday, February 11, 2008

The Pit

This place, this pit that I am in seems like I will never be able to climb out.


I am stuck. To be swollowed. Surrounded by the enemy.


Lord, only You. Only You can reach me.


It's useless to claw at the walls. I only fall back down. To be crumpled and trampled.


Only You can reach me and pull me out.


I hold my hands up.........
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