The Furnace
Surrounded on all sides
Shot at and attacked
Belittled and accused
My body afflicted
But my body is yours,
My mind is tormented
You’re the creator of the mind,
My emotions drained,
Sustained by you,
Sovereign of sovereigns
Ruler of all
Benevolent, seeking my good
Trusting not always understanding,
I am yours and I hurt
I am yours and I weep,
To follow is to bear the cross
It’s not fun
And it’s not easy
Praising in the darkness
Praising in the confusion
Crying out to you
Becoming more like you
The shimmering gold,
All filth removed.
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