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You made a mistake You've made lots of mistakes Your life seems full of mistakes Or feels like one big mistake That is not your life Mistakes are there They are in your life They are not your life The weight of your mistakes may feel like a huge boulder But that rock does not define you That rock is raw, unrefined, impure, nothing to look at, nothing special But that rock is not you

You are pure, unrefined, buried inside You are gold Pure gold You can't see it But He does The refiner sees you He holds that rough rock in his hands

He brushes off the dust, holds it close and smiles

He smiles at the pure gold that you are

Slowly, deliberately

He holds you over a flame Not to hurt you Not to scar you Not to threaten you You are not the rock You are the gold inside

He holds you steadily

And you feel yourself melting

Wondering if you'll survive

And why must you suffer

But you are not the rock

You are the gold

He burns away the dross

And He smiles as He sees Himself in you


Pure gold

You are not your mistakes You are not a mistake

You are gold Pure Gold His gold His creation His child His You are His

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