Molded and Refined
Surrounded on all sides
Shot at and attacked
Belittled and accused
My body is afflicted,
But my body is yours
My mind is tormented,
But you created the mind
My emotions are drained,
But 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 Him
Becoming more like Him
The shimmering gold
All filth removed.
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