Cara Colleen

The crucible of Christ—
The flames of circumstance—
Come daily shape my life
Just like a holy dance.
The music stirs my feet
And I cannot be still.
It is through the fire’s heat
That His Spirit works His will.

Sometimes I want to fight.
I cannot understand,
But I must give up my right
Each time He calls again.
The Everlasting One
Knows best the path I tread.
I dance in faith alone
As His mercy lifts my head.