In a crucible we're placed
As gold with dross to spare
Placed upon a fervent flame
We are all heated there.

Through this hard and
Hellish trial
We melt down as the ore
Releasing our impurities
Our faults come to the fore.

All the greed and avarice
All coveting and lust
Hate and anger bubble up
All envy & mistrust.

Jealousy. All vanities.
Malice & disdain
We scream & shout
And writhe about
Grumble & complain.

God takes his refiner's scoop
Removes the crust and then
Leaves us on the furnace fire
And heats us up again!

As we release the
Dirt and grout
There is a peace that's found
We find our comforter in Him
And we quiet down.

Still we have the impure thought
We are not worry free
We have a sort of "holy" pride
Religiosity.

Finally, this scraped away
There's NOTHING left. No trace
God looks into the shining gold
And sees His very face!

How glorious, the finished gold!
How beautiful the ore!
It's set in wondrous majesty

To shine forevermore!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis 2019

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I'm going through some very difficult trials. Rather than complain I'm writing about them. We all have something in our lives to heat us up, so to speak. We can get bitter, or we can get better. I choose the latter. My faith really helps. It is my hope that you will find this Faith is as well. Thanks for reading! ♡♡♡

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Jesus, invited to a feast
By a Pharisee
Came in with dusty feet
This was as all would see,

It was quite important
For foot washing back then,
So it was very evident
Jesus was not a friend!

He was an unwanted guest
Who didn't deserve rules
The required foot washing
Was so unfulfilled

The "religious" men just mocked him
Such wàs their cruelty
Jesus was the a spectical
For everyone to see.

In walked a painted woman
With long and flowing hair
Christ had before released her
From her sin's despair.

The evil men were critical
To one another said
She still had loose morals
The way she still sashayed.

She ķneĺt down to Jesus humbly
Wept and stayed right there
She washed His dusty feet with tears
And wiped them with her hair.

Perceiving the hypocrites
The way they cruelly judged
Gave them a word to make them think
And then they held a grudge

"You judge her for doing this
And the way she walked
You didn't wash my feet yourselves
You criticized and talked,

The beauty of the thìn̈g she's done
You do not applaud
But she goes where you'll never go
Heaven to be with God.

Those forgiven mucĥ love deeply
Then God gives loving thoughts
You should know YOU HAVE NO LOVE
SO HE FORGIVES YOU NOT.


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Ìn̈visible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
2025

Lord of the sunshine Lord of the storm
Lord of the lost and the reborn.
Lord of the reborn and the lost,
He purchased us at such a cost!

Lord of lightning. Lord of flowers
Lord of sand, and Lord of towers.
We could sit around for hours
Discussing this and other powers...

He's a great One to discuss
He's the Lord of all of us,
Satan hates it when we do,
Don't worship him, we worship You!!

Lord of sun, and Lord of clouds
Lord, we praise You right out loud!
Weather ŵarm or freezing cold,
Whether young or whether old,
We will raise our hands and sing
You're our Lord.... OUR EVERYTHING!!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis
2025

May 31st of 2018 11:30 pm

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At this hour I think of how
I was told of daddy's death
Immediately it speared me through
And I cried out with all my breath.

I was already in my bed
Mom only a door away
I couldn't go and comfort her
I couldn't walk at all that day.

I don't remember going to sleep
Ɓut I think I had a dream
I knelt by bedside, red eyes weep
Prayed my father was redeemed

All around me there was dust
Ashes scattered 'cross the floor
My tattered mind I could not trust
Got up, went through the door

Next thing I knew I was outside
Ànd I held a silver vase
I recall how hard I cried
Tears were streaming down my face.

Then I was in full darknes there
No moon lit my silent way
There was no delusion of
What had swallowed night and day

Then, the devil on his throne
Sulfur lit with horrid n̈ail
I looked all over hades stones
There was inside a mighty gale!

I woke up! I held on strong
For as long as I could last
Now I know that I was wrong
But I knew the dye was cast.

My eyes filled my tearstained couch
Relief filled up my smitten heart
I'd find my dad in heaven now

We would, in heaven, never part!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
2025