So many a tears have I dried, They would have filed, Seven whole seas, If only I had cried.
Weight of all anchors, Is on me just tied and, I carry the burned, As situations doth try.
Let this burden be the last one, My soul that cry, Yet he my metal doth try, As men bye and bye I try.
Refiner of gold I pray the, Refine, refine, refine, Not in accordances to my will, But as ye wish define. R. A. Jacob Note:- This poem was written at the time of great despair,yet you will find ultimate submission to the will of the Lord. I know that God takes us through fiery trials to further refine us. He makes us pass through trials yet we are never alone.
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