Refined

Woeful tunes
Create the best melodies
Painful past
Fuel the making of joyous futures
Torturous nightmares
Become the silver lining
Of beautiful dreams
So here we are, on the precipice
Of greatness
Teetering on a thin line of success and failure
Whether being lead to our blunder
Or rejoicing in songs of our Savior
Life is sweet
So savoir its flavorful tender touch
Connecting the struggle to the victor
Remembering the sanctified
Was once the sinner
Before the inner cruelty became
A little light of beauty
Even if, ever so dim
Still ever present
The “valley" is a gift
Though the mountain top is present
How can we appreciate the presence,
Without the journey?
Because on year forty..
The wilderness became the promise
Not even a traitorous kiss can dismiss
The good that will be
In darkness, we will see 
In misery, joy will be
Steadfast
I Am, that I Am
Amen