God's Refining Skill

The storm has come
With the high tide
Tossing and turning
With no where to hide

The heat of the desert
Is rising within
Melting my heart
Changing the scene

Destroying the pride
Clearing the sin
Humbling my soul
Purifying within

He directs me north
As the cloud clears
That I may go forth
Overcoming my fears

Building my spirit
In line with His Will
Grateful am I for
God’s refining skill