Your life is full of hardship,tears and pain;
You feel as if you’ve poverty of soul.
It seems your every effort’s been in vain,
And you are nothing more than lump of coal.
A diamond starts as coal that’s under stress,
Amid great heat and pressure over time,
And you are far more precious in egress,
Refined by life’s hot furnace whence you climb.
Who wants a soup with vegetables too coarse?
You’ll want them cooked until they taste just right.
Affliction turns the raw to the main course,
Delicious morsel of the truth and light.
God needs a mighty sword annealed and keen,
One forged from hard affliction rough and mean.
Behold, I have refined thee, but not with silver;
I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction.
Isaiah 48:10 KJV