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
Gold
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