The Fire

(Requested by Donna) (Written by M. S. Robinson)

The fire came around me; it burned on every side,
My faith was weak and tired, the battle cry had died
But in the midst of burning, I looked and I could see
The great Kinsman Redeemer smiling back at me

He said, I am in the fire, I hold your hand, you see
The flames will not come nigh for I’ve protected thee
And when you feel you cannot face another day of heat
Run into my open arms and you will find sweet peace

The fire must come into every home and life
It’s here you are perfected see, gold must be tested and tried
For I know when I look closely, My reflection I will see
For every child must be tried before he reigns with me

Remember, I am in the fire, I hold your hand, you see
The flames will not come nigh for I’ve protected thee
And when you feel you cannot face another day of heat
Run into my open arms and you will find sweet peace