Have you found yourself on the threshing floor?
Bruised and battered and sore?
For the Potter has placed His hand on you
Preparing you now with His sword.
Before you will become a great leader
He will take you on a journey that lames
To burn up the chaff that is hidden
Before this you can not take your place.
He’s resetting your eyes to see clearly
For flesh driven they’ve been till now
Yet when He starts the crushing
And the oxen are stomping around.
There comes a painful separation
From who you were to who you’ll now be
So embrace this new found freedom
That the threshing floor surely will bring.
There’s times you’ll think you can’t make it
As the crushing goes deep and wide
And when the hooves reach your heart strings
You’ll likely wish you could die.
But hold on for one more long minute
Your nearing the end of dark nights
The wind is blowing the chaff now
And what’s left is a warrior of Christ.
June 3, 2017