Through the fire, I rise,
With embers in my eyes,
Ashes on my shoulders,
But my spirit never dies.
Through the fire, I win,
Though battles burn within.
He molds me in the furnace—
I’m stronger than I’ve been.
Through the fire, I am,
Not broken, but reborn.
Refined like purest gold
From every trial I've worn.
Loved by God, I stand,
Uplifted by His hand.
He walks me through the flame
With purpose in His plan.
The heat cannot consume me,
The smoke will never drown—
For Heaven sends its angels
When fire comes around.
So let the fire rage on—
I’ll walk and never bend.
Because with God before me,
I triumph in the end.
©heavenecho
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