GO THROUGH
THE FIRE
Why must
we suffer
Before we die
I never
understood
God please tell
me why
Then God
sent this gift
He let
my mother tell
Why she
had so much
pain
And then
she felt well
For no
sin can enter
heaven
So we
must be refined
We all
go through God’s
fire
Or get
left behind
So she made
me promise
Never to
tell a lie
She said
you’ll pay for
them all
Before you
can live on
high
So before
you tell
Those little
white lies
Remember God’s
the refiner
Looking down from the skies
10 For You, O God, have tested us; You have refined us
as silver is refined. 11 You brought us into the net; You
laid affliction on our backs.12 You have caused men to
ride over our heads; We went through fire and through
water; But You brought us out to rich fulfillment.
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