I am full of dross.

Lord, burn me.

Rescue me from the alloy of pride and self-righteousness.

Purify me in the flame of your truth.

Beat me into your sword.

Let me be a weapon in the fight for souls of the lost people.

A loose sword is useless.

I am only effective in your hand.

Bend my will in your forge, Father.

You are the blacksmith, forming a new creation from this lump of iron.

Be ruthless with the scrap-metal of my life.

Burn it away until I am nothing but a tool for you to work with.

Here I am.

Break me.

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