Refined Poem by Simon Miller
Refined
The Fire grows hotter
And the Pain rises
To an unbearable level
But the pain is nothing
I am refined in the fire
I have been purified by pain
Nothing is left but a broken soul
The LORD is my goal
I have nothing else
Nothing else matters.
Eloi, my salvation,
Take this mess I call my soul
Throw it in the furnace
And let me burn out
Let me be refined
Refined in the fire
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