He sits and he stares
At the precious metal there
And he knows exactly what he's looking for
Iff he should ever find
The slightest flaw of any kind
Then he'll increase the heat a little more
It takes a little while
But it always brings a smile
When he sees it's almost ready for the mold
The purging is complete
When he takes it from the heat
And he sees his own reflection in the gold
The refiner's fire it burns away the dross
Working his desire to keep us near the cross
To make the purest vessel that the father can admire
We must go through his refiner's fire
Lord, I felt your stare
When you saw me lyin' there
But a worthless stone is nothing to desire
You touched me tenderly
And you began a work in me
But it took so long to understand the fire
And now I see that o'er the years
Through the trials and the tears
You were working to remove impurities
And Lord, I humbly pray
That each and every day
You see a little more of you and less of me
The refiner's fire it burns away the dross
Working his desire to keep us near the cross
To make the purest vessel that the father can admire
We must go through his refiner's fire
We must go through his refiner's fire