Through the Furnace

The weight of shadows pressed my soul,

A night so long, no morning stole.

I cried to the heavens, my spirit weak,

And in the silence, His strength I’d seek.

Though fires rage and waters rise,

The Lamb still hears the broken cries.

Through the furnace, through the storm,

His grace refines, His love transforms.

Pain may linger, but hope endures,

In the hands of Christ, my path is sure.

The adversary whispered lies,

That faith would falter, truth would die.

But every scar bore Heaven’s decree:

Victory won on Calvary.

Through the furnace, through the storm,

His grace refines, His love transforms.

Pain may linger, but hope endures,

In the hands of Christ, my path is sure.

The tears that fall are not in vain,

For joy will bloom in the midst of pain.

Out of the ashes, a spark still breathes,

Through the endless grace my soul believes.

When I am weak, He makes me strong! (He makes me strong!)

Though I may fall, His arms hold on! (His arms hold on!)

Through the fire, I will rise! (Through the fire, I will rise!)

Jesus lives, He is alive!

Through the furnace, through the storm,

His grace refines, His love transforms.

Pain may linger, but hope endures,

In the hands of Christ, my path is sure.

The tears that fall are not in vain,

For joy will bloom in the midst of pain.

Out of the ashes, a spark still breathes,

Through the endless grace my soul believes.