Refined

Heated and fired
Impurities burned until
They separate and rise
To the top to float
As slag at the surface
Where the things
That do not belong
Can all be scooped away
Removed from the real,
Pure essential thing
That is me
Just like refining gold
So God refines me
Scooping away the slag
That don’t belong in me

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