We are all but diamonds in the rough
Unrefined: lumps of useless clouded glass
Until we are heated, brought up to scratch
Until we are passed through test after test...
Should we be treated in any other way? Any less?
The heat and friction we endure is a must
For without this combination: without this thrust?
We will remain ever clouded: ever weak, unjust
We must endure all of these cleansing fires
We must endure this heavy polishing: from our king
So that eventually: after going through everything
We will shine our light through life's gloom
Yes: after all the friction: after all the fire
We will be found: the final sparkling gem
God's love will shine from within: yes it's true
This is what God is trying so hard to do!
We are those diamonds in the rough
The friction that we are to endure
Is what will polish us to that glorious sheen
That will shine from within...
That all might see just exactly
Where it is that we have been!
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