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| Here comes the fire again. I hate it but I hate my sin. When I crumble within, He burns all that has been. The images of my eyes, the sickness I despise, the spiral of despair, He turns these into vapor, .vapor in thin air. Oh my God, you do what I can not. I worship you. David Loomis Copyright 2000 |
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