Take this aching heart, my lord,
hold it close to thee,
fill it with your love and hope and pass it back to me.
Take it to the sun and stars
when tourtured souls are free,
infuse it with your holiness
then pass it back to me.
Take it to the moon at night,
where angels dare to be,
fill it with resounding good
then pass it back to me.
then when this heart stops beating lord
and death descends on me,
take me to reside in peace
eternally with thee.
Stephanie
26th February 2009