The tales that our battered hearts could tell
In heaven's gates we see a wild hope
That someday we will do much more than cope
Run free, run wild, and then run home to Me
To all your secrets I still hold the key
Do not forget the debt of love you owe
Or cease to treasure all the love you know.
Take care of them, my God, this is my plea
And help me to accept, You value me
You know the truth, You know the cost
You know the falling of the lost
The mysteries I ponder in my heart
Oh well You know that this is just the start!
Take me for a quiet walk in love
And tell me that my soul belongs above
*written a little more than two years ago
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