As Shadrach,
Meshach, and Abednego,
awaited what would be, sure fire.
They held on to the hope,
of He that is Higher.
Facing a furnace,
of consuming flames.
Their faith wavered not,
in the enemy's games.
They would not bow,
nor worship the kings gold.
For they refused to sellout,
their heart and their soul.
Though cast alive,
into the fire.
Let GOD be true,
and man be a liar.
Though the fire did burn,
out of control.
Loss came to the enemy,
not to the fold.
Awaiting all,
who will not waver.
In the midst of any fire,
stands our Savior.
And though our flames,
still burn by the enemies hand.
Just remember,
in the midst of the fire,
in the midst of the fire,
stands The Son of Man.
Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king, True, O king
He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.
Daniel 3:24-25