An open shell, an empty hell, is all I am to me.
Singing songs of praise never seems to set me free.
I call out in need, looking to feed on all things good and gracious
And in return I hear the echo through my vast and empty spaces.
This void I fear will never be filled with love divine and true.
So, praying, I plead and mercy I need for each day to begin anew.
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