By Tom D Blakely
When we pass through the fire we cry out to God
We draw near Him in sorrow and pain;
It is then when our comforts are far removed
We find help when we call on His name.
But at times we rely on our circumstance
On our strength and our silver and gold.
When we feel less the need to rely on God
It is then that we often grow cold.
It is good to be blessed by the Living God
To receive every honest desire;
But we need God as much when the blessings flow
As we do when we pass through the fire.
‘Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you,
as though some strange thing happened to you.’