By Jesse Morrell
To the wilderness your Spirit leads
So not on bread but on your Word I'll feed.
Away from all I love and know
To obey your call, I have to go.
Temptations come to test my will,
This nature of mine you'll have to kill.
Lord, send the fire, the consuming fire.
Burn away my sinful desire.
To walk with you as Enoch had.
To leave the world that has gone mad.
Please cleanse and clean this soul of mine,
For eternity, while there's still time.