Fire Song ... Just and true are they way, thou King of saints Revelation 15:3
Just and true are they way, thou King of saints (rev.15:3)
The following incident is related by Mrs. Charles Spurgeon, who was a great sufferer for more than a quarter of a century:"At the close of a dark and gloomy day. I lay resting on my couch as the deeper night drew on; and though all was bright within my cozy room, some of the external darkness seemed to have entered my soul and obscured its spiritual vision. Vainly I tried to see the hand which I knew held mine, and guided my fog-enveloped feet along a steep and slippery path of suffering. In sorrow of heart I asked.
"Why does my Lord thus deal with HIS CHILD? Why does He so often send sharp and bitter pain to visit me? WHy does He permit lingering weakness to hinder the sweet service I long to render to His poor servant?
"These fretful questions were quickly answered, adn through a strange language; no interpreter was needed save the conscious whisper of my heart.
"For a while silence reigned in the little room, broken only by the crackling of the oak log burning in the fireplace. Suddenly I heard a sweet, soft sound, a little, clear, musical note, like the tender trill of a robin beneath my window.
"What can it be? Surely no bird can be singing out there at this time of the year and night."
"Again came the faint, plaintive notes, so sweet, so melodious, yet mysterious enough to provoke our wonder, My friend exclaimed.
"IT COMES FROM THE LOG ON THE FIRE!' The fire was letting loose the imprisoned music from the old oak's inmost heart!
"Perchance he had garnered up this song in the days when all was well with him, when birds twittered merrily on his branches, and the soft sunlight flecked his tender leaves with gold. But he had grown old since then, and hardened;ring after ring of knotty growth had sealed up the long forgotten melody, until the fearce tongues of the flame came to consume his callousness, and the vehement heart of the fire wrung from him at once a song and a sacrfice. "Ah "thought I" "when the fire of affliction draws songs of praise from us, then indeed we are purified, and our GOD IS GLORIFIED"
"Perhaps some of us are like this old oak log, cold, hard, insensible: we should give forth no melodious sounds, were it not for the FIRE which kindles around us, and releases notes of trust in HIM, adn cheerful compliance with HIS will.
"AS I mused the fire burned, adn my soul found sweet comfort in the parable so strangely set forth before me.
"SINGING IN THE FIRE! YES GOD helping us. if that is the only way to get harmony out of these hard apathetic hearts, let the furnace be heated seven times hotter than before...
THE LORD HAS BEEN GIVING ME SONGS... BECAUSE OF HIS FIRE AND I AM ALLOWING HIS FIRE TO PURIFY ME...
HERE IS THE NEW SONG...
I AM MARRIED TO YOU I AM MARRIED TO YOU
I LOVE YOU I AM MARRIED TO YOU
I LOVE YOU.. I AM MARRIED TO YOU. Jer 3:14 Turn, O backsliding children, saith the LORD; for I am married unto you: and I will take you one of a city, and two of a family, and I will bring you to Zion:
For our God is a consuming fire Hebrews 12:29
Consume the dross, and refine the gems so Your children, refect Your loveliness O Lord. May Your new song, be heard in all the earth, may Your glory fill this place in all the earth...
Reverend Jean