Two

 I made it through the fire. 

But I didn’t do it alone. 

Not one little bit. 

Couldn’t you see?

Jesus was right in the furnace with me. 

Protecting the apple of His eye from the worst of it. 

In his sweet name, I was spared the harshest most extreme flames. 

I survived. 

Scarred maybe. 

But alive. 

Yes, it seemed as if I was there forever. 

Like the pain would never ever end. 

But it was so he could purify His  instrument. 

Make me shiny and new so His reflection 

would shine through. 

To glorify His precious name. 

If Jesus did that for me, He will do that for you. 

Never give up. 

Never give in. 

A sin is a sin is a sin.