The Purging Trial

Oh, Saviour that I may love thee more

and upon thy bosom lean

May I ever cherish my fiery trials

that purge this vessel clean

The dross the trials doth take away

though my aching heart may cry

Yet refines in a likeness still

that shall forever be as thine

Do not the beautiful trees so green

forfeit their colors with time?

As coldness creeps across the sky

leaves fall with dismal sigh

Oh, they seem to die in weary trodden paths

that upon them no mercy unfolds

Yet as the lush green has faded away

the leaves now have traces of gold

Their trials brought forth the better

and the beauty that only could come

From a season that forces change

and a mercy that will overcome

So harsh, yet so merciful

are the trials that burden me so

Yet in them the dross fades away

And the Saviour I more lovingly know