COALS.
As baby fingers, eager, restless things,
Reach out to grasp the cruel, glowing coals;
So we reach out for some alluring thing,
Lying before us bright and glistening;
Unmindful of the sorrow it may bring,
Until its blighting scar is on our souls.
Reach out to grasp the cruel, glowing coals;
So we reach out for some alluring thing,
Lying before us bright and glistening;
Unmindful of the sorrow it may bring,
Until its blighting scar is on our souls.
And as a stronger arm extended forth,
To save the tender flesh from unseen harm;
Sometimes just as we think to grasp our prize,
A wiser will than ours, our wish denies;
Our Father reaches downward from the skies,
And holds us back with His almighty arm.
To save the tender flesh from unseen harm;
Sometimes just as we think to grasp our prize,
A wiser will than ours, our wish denies;
Our Father reaches downward from the skies,
And holds us back with His almighty arm.
Our Father see'th all, we see in part,
Sometime He will reveal to us the whole;
Then when He holds us back from some bright glow,
O let us not rebel and struggle so;
The hidden danger He alone can know,
The glowing thing we want may be a coal.
Sometime He will reveal to us the whole;
Then when He holds us back from some bright glow,
O let us not rebel and struggle so;
The hidden danger He alone can know,
The glowing thing we want may be a coal.