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21 August, 2011 / theexpositor

The Refiners Fire

There burns a fire with sacred heat
White hot with holy flame
And all who dare pass through its blaze
Will not emerge the same
Some as bronze, and some as silver
Some as gold, then with great skill
All are hammered by their sufferings
On the anvil of His will

Chorus:

The Refiner’s fire

Has now become my souls desire

Purged and cleansed and purified

That the Lord be glorified

He is consuming my soul

Refining me, making me whole

No matter what I may lose

I choose the Refiner’s fire

I’m learning now to trust His touch
To crave the fire’s embrace
For though my past with sin was etched
His mercies did erase
Each time His purging cleanses deeper
I’m not sure that I’ll survive
Yet the strength in growing weaker
Keeps my hungry soul alive

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