In the refiner's fire I'm beginning to melt,
Greater pain have I seldom ever felt,
As the heat increased in the melting pot,
And the pain intensified I cried out, "Stop!"
The pain is too great I can't take much more,
I can't understand what you're refining for,
While I seek relief you're turning up the heat,
I wonder if I will falter and crater in defeat,
This pain is certainly not what I had planned,
The shaping- molding - sculpting of your hand,
Your ways are mysterious but right I have to trust,
Keep on bringing on the refining fire if You must.
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