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Dark times does the soul despise.
Though they bring strength and salvation in the end.
For the saving is the changing
And the changing done from within.
The cross is the hammer,
God the blacksmith,
We the iron.
So by heat and strike we are molded.
Each of us in His own way.
Though unlike Iron
We can turn away.
We turn away and harden our hearts
But His loving molding heat awaits us.
Though if we are not careful,
We will find the scorching, devouring heat
Of another fire.