Poetry

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Made Like You

Lord, let me not seek to run,
From the hot fires, that refine.
But, let me be moldable;
Made more in the likeness, divine!

Lord, let the fire work in me,
To make me holy and pure.
Let all Your perfect will be done,
And give me grace to endure!

Lord, thank You for Your steadfast love,
Even in the hottest fire!
To be molded, and made like You,
Is my heart’s greatest desire!


By Faith Jansky

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