The pressure and the blade

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
A weight inside, a fire untamed,
A wound unseen, yet deeply claimed.
The healer came, the scalpel shone,
The pressure swelled, the fear had grown.

(Verse 2)
I felt their hands, I begged, I fought,
A flood of pain, the war I wrought.
"Let me go!"—my voice did cry,
But the blade was set, no place to hide.

(Pre-Chorus)
Oh, the thrust, the cut so deep,
No mercy shown, no peace to keep.
Yet through the flood, the breaking flow,
A purpose moved beneath the woe.

(Chorus)
Under pressure, under trial,
Gold is formed in heat’s denial.
Break me down, refine the soul,
Through the pain, make me whole.

(Verse 3)
I swore, I burned, my wrath unchained,
Yet still she pressed, though hands refrained.
"This must be done," she said, so still,
"Not by anger, not by will."

(Verse 4)
And like the thorn that Paul once bore,
Or Job who stood through trial’s door,
A weight designed to shape the clay,
To bend the soul, not drift away.

(Pre-Chorus)
The fire tests, the hammer falls,
Yet grace still speaks through broken walls.
Not all who cut, intend to kill,
But mold the heart, refine the will.

(Chorus)
Under pressure, under trial,
Gold is formed in heat’s denial.
Break me down, refine the soul,
Through the pain, make me whole.

(Bridge)
"He knows the way that I must take,"
"Through fire and flood, He does not break." (Job 23:10)
"His grace is strong in weakness here,"
"In deepest pain, He still draws near." (2 Corinthians 12:9)

(Final Chorus)
Under pressure, under trial,
Gold is formed in heat’s denial.
Break me down, refine the soul,
Through the pain, make me whole.

(Outro)
And when the blade has done its part,
The flood has poured, renewed the heart.
The scars remain, yet grace does too,
A wound once feared, now made brand new.