Removal of Your Dross

With removal of your dross,

comes a time of God's refinement.

It's when taking up your cross

is a tough and new assignment.

Yet the painful overwhelming,

with removal of your dross,

is an effort to rid something

in your life that's needing loss.

So when your heart feels cut across

and the openness revealing,

with removal of your dross,

know it's needful for your healing.

When the trial has concluded,

wipe the tears of shiny gloss.

Thankful future pain's eluded,

with removal of your dross.

dross • \DRAHSS\ • noun. 1 : the scum that forms on the surface of molten metal 2 : waste or foreign matter : impurity 3 : something that is base, trivial, or inferior.

 

I AM

Abraham heard the voice of God as He spoke from a bush aflame,
He said, "I am that I am. You shall know Me by this Name.
I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.
Your Creator, Father, Savior, as well as faithful Friend.
I am the Vine and you the branch, if you abide in Me,
Eternal life is given to you, for My blood has set you free.
Only the Name of Jesus can unlock heaven's door,
And allow you entrance to the Paradise hoped for.
My return is fast approaching, the day of the Lion and Lamb.
So be ready to receive me, I am the Great I Am!"

 

A Song

I’ve a word, yet unheard,
on the tip of my tongue.
Hope to soon add a tune,
for it’s meant to be sung.
Though it’s late, still I wait
for the splinter of time
when a note, what I wrote,
meet in musical rhyme.

Then I sigh, “How can I
form a song to convey?”
Here and now I will bow,
meet the Lord as I pray.
I’ll inquire, He’ll inspire
like He’s done all along.
With a note, what we wrote,
We’ll compose such a song.
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Sounding sweet with a beat,
rap-a-tap on the drum.
Chorus sings, hear the strings
and the chords being strum.
Strike the keys, ivories;
play like never before.
Let the sound so resound
that our spirits will sour.

What’s the chance we could dance
when immersed in this song?
Who could say if we sway
our expression is wrong?
Don’t be coy, it’s our joy
breaking free of restraint.
Risen arm, what’s the harm
in a worshiping saint.
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A single tear then finds its way along
The corner of my eye and down my face,
For through the words and music of this song
I clearly see my Saviors’ wondrous grace..