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Travel Through my heart Lord

See what’s nestled there,



See what’s been forgotten

To send away with prayer.



See the thing’s that matter

The things I hold so tight,



Help them be in order

So they come out right.



I know you are the first

And all that is of you,



I study, pray, and read

What more should I do.



My body is more clean

No alcohol is there



That was such an easy fight

Once offered up in prayer.



My eyes no longer seeking

Things that would offend,



But with your word to guide

You I will defend.



My thoughts often stray to things

That would bring shame to you,



Tell me now Lord Jesus

What more can I do.



I feel as though I’m failing

The fight seems such a loss,



But then I stop to remember

Heaven and the cross.