Refiner's Fire

To run like a gazelle into Life

Oh, that I would be free of myself

And turn my back to my chains

Blood red with poured out Life

Sweet-smelling with sizzling fat

Oh, that my life would be an offering

And brimming with Living Water

Unbreakable, gloriously glazed

Sturdily built, kiln-fired

Perfectly turned, lovingly molded

Would be in the likeness of the Potter himself

Would be literally burned to death

In the white hot of the refiner's fire

The dross floating to the top

To be scraped way

And purity left to stay

Only the purest gold remaining

That this earthen vessel