Precious Faith

Liquid gold, poured down.

Poured from heaven,

from the heart of God.

Liquid gold, faith refined in the fire.

Faith poured out in sacrifice,

abandoned to the heart of God.

Trusting, trusting, trusting.

Hoping, believing, seeing the invisible.

 

Liquid gold poured

from the purest of hearts

into the mold of mine.

Cascading, flowing, descending,

filling my soul with hope

and beauty and truth.

Liquid gold poured down.

 

Faith borne in anguish,

flooding a life yielded,

submitted to the Father’s good will.

Faith flourishing, thriving,

abounding in grace

and mercy and truth.

Faith overcoming.

 

Liquid faith, not the kind

instantly visible

or the kind on display

like a jewel, a diamond,

a gold-molded ring.

No, the kind of faith hidden,

quiet, precious in the eyes of God.

Discerned by a few,

too fiery to be on display.

 

What kind of faith do you see?

A precious ring set in mold,

worn by the Master.

Or precious faith,

liquefied, purified by flame.

No hands can hold it.

No devil can stop it.

The heat, the passion,

the ardent love consumes it.

 

Faith filled with love,

no crisis can destroy it.

Hands of God alone,

gentle and strong enough to mold it.

Let faith have its work then.

Its patient persistence.

Refined seven times.

Radiant heart and spirit.