The Shaking
You’ve taken me
And shaken me,
And painful though it was.
You’ve helped me see,
It was for me,
And you did it all in love.
The shaking is for a purpose,
So that the unshakable will remain.
To remove all the impurities,
And even take the stain.
Washed clean in your furnace,
Purified by fire.
So only pureness is left,
Only now can you take me higher.
So thank you for the shaking, Lord,
I know it was for my good.
Only pure gold is left in me,
You’ve burned up all my wood.
Kristy Turnage
4-18-07
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