I’ve weathered storms that I thought would drown me 

I’ve learnt to soar in winds I thought would consume me 

 

They say 

Out of the ashes must rise a new Phoenix 

The flame…

 

Being refined by fire

Through it, I’ll rise higher

The flames provide the fuel 

As I soar to my strength

 

Refined by fire

Gold purified 

A faith that stands.

 

By Faith Olajuyigbe, author of Words of Faith

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