Refiner's Fire, The - Steve Green

There burns a fire with sacred heat

White hot with holy flame

And all who dare pass through its blaze

Will not emerge the same

Some as bronze, and some as silver

Some as gold, then with great skill

All are hammered by their sufferings

On the anvil of His will

The Refiner’s fire

Has now become my souls desire

Purged and cleansed and purified

That the Lord be glorified

He is consuming my soul

Refining me, making me whole

No matter what I may lose

I choose the Refiner’s fire

I’m learning now to trust His touch

To crave the fire’s embrace

For though my past with sin was etched

His mercies did erase

Each time His purging cleanses deeper

I’m not sure that I’ll survive

Yet the strength in growing weaker

Keeps my hungry soul alive