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Gnawing void circling in the smoke Feverish but not warm I must be so away from the sun I cling on to Your words. May i have faith and obedience in You. God i pray that you lift me up. Like the trail of footprints in the sand. My heart will sing of your psalms of praise. Let Your words be a lamp unto my feet. Change my heart oh Lord May i be like you.