Intimate Friends

The furnace is hot
The trials are hard
But there's a purpose
Behind the suffering
Is it worse than the nails
The shame and the scorn
My savior took my pain
What have I wherewith to complain

Trials are what set us apart
If we're children of God we'll be tried in a furnace of fire
Those dark nights of the soul have an end
They turn servants of the Most High into intimate friends

The path is steep
The way is torn
The fellowship of His suffering
My sea tossed with a storm
My hand in His
My head upon His shoulder
Crawling up into HIs lap
Crying Abba Father

Trials are what set us apart
If we're children of God we'll be tried in a furnace of fire
Those dark nights of the soul have an end
They turn servants of the Most High into intimate friends

Are you a friend of God
Have you been counted worthy
To carry a cross
Changing lives for eternity
You shall know them by their fruits
Whose are you

Trials are what set us apart
If we're children of God we'll be tried in a furnace of fire
Those dark nights of the soul have an end
They turn servants of the Most High into intimate friends

Jana Brannon-lyrics and music
copyright 2010