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66. Burn Thou My Frailties in the Furnace of Trials

In the furnace of trials, the ore of my life is smelting. The fire of experience melts everything in me. But O, Divine Artisan, burn away all the dross of weakness in me; bring out the steel of endurance, and harden me into the strength of calmness. Shape Thou sharp weapons of self-control and tenacity out of the tempered metal of my balanced mentality. With the weapons of mind-equilibrium, teach me to fight my enemies of distraction.

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