I Sing High Praises to My Maker

I am silver and You are my smith
I sing to You
You place me in the flame
I sing to You
Tears stream down my face
I sing still
The fire burns, my heart aches
I lift up a song of praise
Impurities surface, the sin and wounds You died for
I glorify your name
You hold me still in the center of the flame
I do not keep silent
I continue to burn and melt.
I continue to worship
You never abandon me to the flame