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As silver meets the flame
to burn away the dross,
so my life is filled with pain,
but only filth becomes my loss.
The Maker's eye is on my life
which He guides in His direction.
Though present sorrows may be rife,
I'll soon be His reflection.
to burn away the dross,
so my life is filled with pain,
but only filth becomes my loss.
The Maker's eye is on my life
which He guides in His direction.
Though present sorrows may be rife,
I'll soon be His reflection.
