Lyrics
Beneath the weight of holy hands,
I break, I crumble, like shifting sands.
This fire consumes, it burns my name—
But through the ash, I’m born again.
Your voice cuts deep, sharper than steel,
Exposing wounds I dared not feel.
The furnace roars; it melts my pride,
No shadow left for sin to hide.
“My son, endure,” You call through the blaze,
“I discipline the ones I raise.”
Refined in flame, I won’t remain the same,
The scars declare the glory of Your name.
Through love that breaks, through fire that bends,
Your hands restore what You condemn.
You shattered my idols, my altars fell,
This love is fierce, it fights like hell.
No comfort here, no sweet escape,
Only the cross and its embrace.
Pierced by Your truth, I cannot run,
The rod of love strikes like the sun.
Discipline for the ones He calls!
Through the fire, His mercy falls!
A Father’s love, fierce and true!
Through the flames, He makes us new!
Refined in flame, I won’t remain the same,
The scars declare the glory of Your name.
Through love that breaks, through fire that bends,
Your hands restore what You condemn.
Scorched but steady, I rise again,
A child remade by Heaven’s flame.
The pain that tore has carved Your grace,
In discipline, I see Your face.
“Whom the Lord loves, He disciplines…” (Hebrews 12:6)
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