Malachi 3: 3 - Poem by Luke Easter
There were some women attending bible study,
Who were puzzled by a particular scripture-verse,
“He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver, ”
Malachi 3: 3, one of the ladies decided that first.
She would investigate the refining silver process,
Discovering what it took to endure this rigid test,
She made an appointment to watch a silversmith work,
But didn’t tell him it was a curiosity from her church.
Determined not to be puzzled about this anymore,
Finding his shop then excitedly through the door,
Watching him hold a piece of silver over the fire,
Observing as he turned the heat up higher & higher.
From the look on her face he explained the mystery,
Flames had to be their hottest to burn away all impurity,
Thinking again about the scripture she imperatively asked,
Exactly how long does this kind of procedure have to last?
Feeling her need for immediate closure and piece of mind,
Explaining he had to sit in front of the fire the whole time,
Silver left too long in the flames would easily be destroyed,
A key element in understanding before he was employed.
Silent at first she asked, “how do you know when it’s refined? ”
He smiled and said, “to not know you would have to be blind, ”
Then he said to her, “let me make it just a little more clearer,
I’ll know when I can see my reflection like looking in a mirror. ”
If there is a furnace that you are currently going through,
God will not turn off the fire until He sees His image in you,
Is it possible to come through fire unscathed? Here we go,
Have you ever heard of Shadrach, Meshach & Abednego.
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