Smelting

Lamps long for bushel baskets
for the flames missed the human hearth.
Dismayed dust shakes from sandals
and rains its tears home to desert sorrows.
So many pearls eaten by open graves;
Fuel for the hungered swine's wrath.

But Fire stands strong.
Fear not small flames!
Our Sustainer will scorch the old away.
Through Him we are smelted to gold.
From pressure we endure to diamonds.
For we shall become all things.
Each end comes to buckled knees.
Let us then rally under light yolks!
Forge each other anew as we spread His song
and He claims His children throughout fallen earth!
Redemption be our anthem
and yearning bring our tears.
Lakes shall be wiped away
but until then, we weep.
We dance. We mourn.
We fall. We strive.
Our races are short,
His legs are long.
Our shoulders are weak,
His hands are strong.
Our pain will end,
His love will carry us on.