Fun fact of the day number two: I've begun a class on the Poets of the Old Testament, which I think I'm thoroughly going to enjoy. Mostly because I had forgotten how much I like poetry.
Fun fact of the day number three: Speaking of poetry, and sanctification (which, okay, I wasn't speaking of it, or writing of it, but it's been on my mind for the past few months), I was recently reminded of a poem that I wrote the summer before my senior year of college, while going through a bit of spiritual drought during a month of studying abroad in Italy. I ended up putting music to it, with my dear friend Madison, and we turned it into a song. But here's the original poem, which is just as accurate today as it was when I wrote it, despite being in a very different place:
Oh, how sorrowful it is
To look upon my sin
I peer into my soul and see
There’s naught but black within
But spy that light, so pure, so white
Though it be faint and dim
Rest, and know that it will grow
And in the end, will win
For darkness is but Satan’s snare
A tool to make me blind
He feeds me lies in hopes that
Around my heart they’d wind
Yet ours is strength as saints we claim
A stronghold keeps us fast
My Saviour dear will keep me near
In safety from my past
Life is constant remolding
In the refiner’s fire
But I can have full confidence
My God will never tire
He will not stop until I’m done
For his ways never fail
He’s faithful yet and works for good
I know he will prevail
I will not fear where he leads me
Though pain is sure to come
I am his; he’s chosen me
My heart he has won
Behold his son has cleared my name
Renewed me with the dawn
I’ll boldly come in strength and trust
I say to him lead on
