In a crucible we're placed
As gold with dross to spare
Placed upon a fervent flame
We are all heated there.
Through this hard and
Hellish trial
We melt down as the ore
Releasing our impurities
Our faults come to the fore.
All the greed and avarice
All coveting and lust
Hate and anger bubble up
All envy & mistrust.
Jealousy. All vanities.
Malice & disdain
We scream & shout
And writhe about
Grumble & complain.
God takes his refiner's scoop
Removes the crust and then
Leaves us on the furnace fire
And heats us up again!
As we release the
Dirt and grout
There is a peace that's found
We find our comforter in Him
And we quiet down.
Still we have the impure thought
We are not worry free
We have a sort of "holy" pride
Religiosity.
Finally, this scraped away
There's NOTHING left. No trace
God looks into the shining gold
And sees His very face!
How glorious, the finished gold!
How beautiful the ore!
It's set in wondrous majesty
To shine forevermore
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I'm going through some very difficult physical trials. Rather than complain I'm writing about them. We all have something in our lives to heat us up, so to speak. We can get bitter, or we can get better. I choose the latter. My faith really helps. It is my hope that you will find this Faith is as well. Thanks for reading! ♡♡♡