Burning Away

Holy. Glorious. Gentle. Patient. Kind.


You command me to praise,

and in deepest confusion,

I must.

What this faith at the heart of my soul

must cost.

How much flame must I bear

to refine it?

Oh Lord.

I am nothing.

All is gone, and I am only a cry,

that you are chipping away

from your gold.

Where shall I be when it is done?

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