Forged for the fire

Cold steel in the vice

Hammer sings, every strike, every scar

I was ore in the dark

Just a weight, just a flaw in the bar

Heat climbs, I breathe smoke

Every dream turning black in the flame

You press down, I see stars

Hear a name I am scared to proclaim

I am metal in the Master’s hands

Bent and broken till I understand

All these pressures, all this hurt I feel

Turn my bones into a servant’s steel

I am driven, I am dragged through fire

Cracked and crying, but You lift me higher

Every trial, every wound I bear

Makes me pray for mercy there

Bills stacked like rust

Thick dust on a half-read page

Phone lights, bad news

Thin fuse, thick rope, quiet rage

Teeth grind through the night

Old doubts like a chain on my chest

Knees hit hard floor

Harsh breath, rough words, no rest

I am metal in the Master’s hands

Bent and broken till I understand

All these pressures, all this hurt I feel

Turn my bones into a servant’s steel

I am driven, I am dragged through fire

Cracked and crying, but You lift me higher

Every trial, every wound I bear

Makes me pray for mercy there

Beat me down, You’re beating shape (hey!)

Every flaw You flame and scrape

If I scream, then let it be

“Use this wreck of a soul for Thee”

I am metal in the Master’s hands

Bent and broken till I understand

All these pressures, all this hurt I feel

Turn my bones into a servant’s steel

I am driven, I am dragged through fire

Cracked and crying, but You lift me higher

Every trial, every wound I bear

Makes me pray for mercy there (mercy there)