Contributed by Joseph Smith on Jan 14, 2002
Dramatic monologue, done as if I were Daniel, reporting on his three friends in the fiery furnace. Focus on spiritual identity in a power-hungry world.
(Singing) “When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, His grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply. The flame shall not hurt thee, He only designs thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.”
Whew! Does it seem hot in here to you? Does it feel as though the very fires of hell are