Bringing many sons to glory. —Hebrews 2:10
Through fire and forge of troubled time,
Creation rent and reason blind,
What God submits the creature’s mind
To fire and forge of troubled time?
His work called good,
He lets it slip Into the grasp of evil’s grip,
Which bears a race that’s only fit
For fire and forge of troubled time.
Yet from that mass a portion tastes
A promise vague of future grace,
They midst the darkness hope embrace
Through fire and forge of troubled time.
The Poetry and Lyrics of E. J. ROSS III
Glory Wrought Copyright © 2015 by Edward J. Ross III. All rights reserved.
Used with permission from the author.
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