Answer:
I go around and in the house but never touches the house
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water
I may be of the eye, in order I am pie. In my center there is a star, I keep medics where they are. What am I?
Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.