Heart's Cleansing

Pass this heart through the flaming forge
Purify with silver and gold
Clear the wonton-ness and scourge
All that turns affections cold
Pit Passion against apathy's day
Nor let thankfulness grow dim
Break and mold this heart of clay
To be reformed by the hands of Him

In the furnace pride wanes and cracks
Put trust in place, where this heart lacks
Give resolve to never compromise
And waste the blessings of His prize
Bring pain and teaching if You must
Yet remember, Lord, this heart is dust
Preserve and cleanse, rebuild once more
Bind to Thine own heart, forevermore.

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