I have wings on my heart,
And they let me soar.
True, there are several arrows
Piercing the thin outer skin,
And a few feathers are missing,
But despite all that,
I can still fly.
The joys of others are the wind
That lifts me to new heights.
Two hands wait beneath my heart,
Bolstering it, and being the strength
Needed to carry on.
They’re large and warm,
Full of compassion and healing.
They’re always there and
Never have they failed
To catch my fragile heart
When it wavers and dips.
When I falter, they gently ****
My heart in the right direction:
So up and up I fly,
To the face of my one true Valentine,
To my Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ.