We start off unshapen lumps of metal.
God like a skilled smith,
Hones us down.
Smoothing the rough edges.
...To be strong you must be tempered in the fire.
Tested to your limits.
When sharpened by trials,
A weak blade will break.
Quality material will hold up to the test.
Gain a sharpness, a purity of form.
Stand the test of time.
Do you have steel in your spine?
Can you withstand the fire, the stone?
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