A heart is a tricky thing
Warm, indescribable waves can flush in by mere smiles of children in ways unimaginable
Or by a flushed face of that someone warm and indescribable
Heavy, incomprehensible burden seeks to shackle a repentant being with guilt
Worry not, says the Spirit, the shackled spirit can repent and find hope that He has long ago built
Aye, in Your love my salvation lies
For His heart never wavers or dies
In my prayers the answer waits
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