This I must confess
The fact that the sun always rises on me
Means that I am blessed
The heart is a precious thing
It pines and it sorrows
But it is in it's healthy state
When it hopes in tomorrows
Young love blossoms when it is not ready
It does not have enough patience to wait
True love is divine for the picking
When it is ripened with fate
Character is a lot like trees
It needs to be anchored in firm roots
Winding and weaving like a lattice
Until it's strong enough to bear good fruits
A quiet, gentle spirit is what I pray for night and day
But it's such a hard thing to obtain
Christ in me is what helps me along
And all I see is gain
Hide the Word in your heart
And it will be guarded
For the heart is the wellspring of life
So daily meditations, get started
The heart is a precious thing
It pines and it sorrows
But it is in it's healthy state
When it hopes in tomorrows
Young love blossoms when it is not ready
It does not have enough patience to wait
True love is divine for the picking
When it is ripened with fate
Character is a lot like trees
It needs to be anchored in firm roots
Winding and weaving like a lattice
Until it's strong enough to bear good fruits
A quiet, gentle spirit is what I pray for night and day
But it's such a hard thing to obtain
Christ in me is what helps me along
And all I see is gain
Hide the Word in your heart
And it will be guarded
For the heart is the wellspring of life
So daily meditations, get started
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