"And I will put this third into the fire,
and refine them as one refines silver,
and test them as gold is tested." Zechariah 13:9

The Word calls me the silver
My Lord...He builds the fire
This world is like a cauldron
Changing all my heart's desire
Forging tests the broken spirit
Then reminds me of my goal
Lets me simmer 'til I hear it
Purify my molten soul
Spinning, rolling, boiling metal
As my mind wants to explode
Imperfections rising...settle
Dross is lifted from its hold
Testing to refine my strength
As my faith grows higher...higher
Take me to my finest length
Only God can calm the fire
My Lord, the Metallurgist
This body's like a lump of coal
Tempered soothing love He gives
Turning silver into gold
As I peer into the silver
No remembrance do I see
Just God's image in the mirror
Where this tempest used to be

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