gusts of wind blow rapidly and the bitter cold pierces skin.
twisting and pounding blood inside veins.
terrential downpoars soaking through a made up image.
leaving the body bruised and weak.
trials and tests are shaping this mess.
while fire and stone refine the beauty.
storms of endless impossiblities. made possible.
nothing more than the Masters tools.
poking and prodding.
shaping this heart into what it was created for.
forming endless wonders and countless blessings from what was a wreck.
creating a work divine within.
"See, I have refined you, though not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction."
Isaiah 48:10
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