Refine
Refine
Make it divine
Each impurity
Is a part of me
Burn
Make me squirm
Impart pain
To wash away my stain
Mold
In love hold
Me tight
To give me new sight
Take
Me and make
Me new
Make me more like you
Complain
My response remain
Don't change
Me I'd rather just exchange
You
Your glory too
For lies
Because of ties to sin
poem by David Knox
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