WHY GOLD

A story was once told about a certain gold smith, who had the oppurtunity to make a new crown for the king, the grown was to be made of Gold.

He sat by a furnace of seven-fold heat,
As He watched by the precious ore.
And closer He bent with a searching gaze,
As He heated it more and more.

He knew He had ore that could stand the test
And He wanted the finest gold,
To mold as a crown, for the king to wear,
Set with gems of price untold.

So He laid our gold in the burning fire,
Thou it took long but he did not give up,
He watched the fire burn the impurities,
As it melted and passed away.

And the gold grew brighter and yet more bright,
But his eyes were dim with tears,
He saw felt the fire, but it was for the king's use,
He Continued..

The gold shone out with a richer glow
As it became worthy for the king to wear,
That bent of the fire, though unseen by others
With a look of ineffable love.

Can we think it pleases His loving heart
To cause us a moment's pain?
Ah, no! But He sees through the present cross
The bliss of eternal gain.

So He waited there with a watchful eye,
With a love that is strong and sure.
And His gold did not suffer a bit more heat
Than was needed to make it pure.

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THAT'S HOW PRECIOUS GOLD IS
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