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THE REFINERS FIRE
Sickness can be like a refiners fire, a test
To go through, to make our better, best,
If we stay cheerful and let our light shine,
Try to prove worthy of His love divine,
Turn out as pure silver or precious gold,
Try to be an example for others to behold.
We will not be thrown away as the dross,
And watch Father weep at the great loss,
He knows the limit of every ounce of strength
That each heart and body care bear, at length
The refining will be all over, the testing time done,
How we come through, will show what we have won.
Is there a crown of glory? Or is being dross our fate?
Did we moan and groan be miserable to our mate?
Even blame God instead of blessing Him each day
For sending a sweet refining fire along your way.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 15 June 2005