Ummmmm...here I go...

Pure gold put in the fire comes out of it proved pure; genuine faith put through this suffering comes out proved genuine.  We have an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for us.  In this I greatly rejoice, even though now for a little while, I have been distressed by various trials.

 (my rendition of 1 Peter 1.)

The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
And you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
'Cause you knew you were finally free.

(And a description of last week, thanks to Death Cab.)