The crucible

Cast into the wildernessof mortal thought,the desert of earthly wants,We experience the hunger of hope—a thirst for healing,and mocking voices ofworldly clamor.

But in this crucible, this trial by fire,We are purified,refined by righteousness—Repentant, obedient, silent,we come forth satisfied,Ready for the Maker's hand.

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