Crude and unfinished I am pushed into the flame. Again and again the master brings me through the holy fire. Each time I am drawn out, a few more imperfections are taken away. Each time I become more than I was before. In the forge of trial I am prepared to be a worthy vessel. By testing and the purging heat of Gods spirit, I am drawn through the flame of tribulation. The hammer falls upon me and I am quenched in the sacred blood. Until he is satisfied that I am ready and worthy of his work that he has set for me to do.