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    dots Submission Name: In The Furnacedots

    Author: The Gadfly
    ASL Info:    52/M/Moreno Valley, CA
    Elite Ratio:    3.55 - 1048/1348/375
    Words: 177
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       A metaphor of Christian salvation.

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    dotsIn The Furnacedots

    As the heat intensifies,
    as the relentless, pounding,
    hammer-falls tattoo my soul,
    yet I lie still and wait.

    Today, I am in the hands of the Master.
    Here I have been broken and re-made
    in the fires of His constant testing;
    steeled by faith, in the forge of God's love.

    What I shall become then, only God knows.
    All is consumed, which bears no merit.
    Thus, His purest motives remain
    as my best intentions vanish.

    Until I am conformed to His image
    shall I hope to reflect His highest purpose?
    Without mercy, I am ill-sighted to seek God.
    Absent grace, no matter the aim, I miss the mark.

    Now the bellows stoke the coals again.
    God's will tempers my being into shape.
    The grinding wheel of truth sharpens me
    against the finest point of Christ's perfection.

    In the furnace, God's heart, I am consumed,
    no longer resembling what I once called "me."
    The glint of the sheath may attract the eye,
    but the sword, unleashed, pierces it through.

    The Gadfly

    Submitted on 2007-02-20 05:21:57     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      I admire the convictions of your faith. I wish I had your convictions about anybody or anything. Convictions give purpose to one's existence, do they not?

    Re: the poem.
    I am hooked from the very first stanza. The first four lines were powerful.

    My favourite lines were:
    "Thus, His purest motives remain
    as my best intentions vanish."

    I'm not so sure about how it ends.
    I like the first two lines of the last stanza but the last two lines:
    "The glint of the sheath may attract the eye,
    but the sword, unleashed, pierces it through."
    I just didn't get that. I'd appreciate if you could explain it.

    Peace, Judy
    | Posted on 2007-02-20 00:00:00 | by Judy | [ Reply to This ]

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