There are things
that do not burn,
Are seemingly impervious
to the Refiner’s fire.
Though we beg
they remain, asbestos-like;
Remain to remind us,
in our shame:
“My grace is sufficient for you.”
dw
There are things
that do not burn,
Are seemingly impervious
to the Refiner’s fire.
Though we beg
they remain, asbestos-like;
Remain to remind us,
in our shame:
“My grace is sufficient for you.”
dw