Beds of gold are filled with fiery groans
Yet precious than the beds of rose you’ll ever know
‘cos when you lie in them you can’t tarry in sleep
You groan, and wake, becoming all that you should be;
Building your spirit
Teaching it to know no limit
Building your mind
So your words & actions come out right
Keep oiling your lamp
Keep it burning through the night
And when the morning’s back
Save some more oil and walk with the brighter light
Why shy away from the rough roads?
Isn’t there you’ll find the precious stones?
Step aside and prepare for the journey ahead
It’s a temporal pain but a joy that knows no end
Build your work and make it fit
Be the best you can be at your field
Do your part
To others, be a path…
Tread the roads
But never alone
Let the lead of His presence
And your peace will be endless
Find your ‘doors’, find your ‘gates’
Trust in His power and His grace
Nations, their kings and their queens
All will build your walls, ‘cos you didn’t quit
When we stand strong within
Then, we stand out indeed
Our light shines in darkness
Till the whole world sees us as brightness.
“But He knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I will come forth as gold.” Job 23:10 |
