Loss is but dross,
leaving metal refined.
Loss I do but toss,
leaving all behind.
My metal does stay,
Fire did consume all but hay
and stubble; But I and my
metal still stand erect.
Through trials God does perfect
and in his image mold,
till all that does remain is gold.
Philipppians 3:7 "Whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more , I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness
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