My heart is made of lace held fast by Holy fabric strings its red like a pomegranate warm like my Father's love my heart is open like a rose in summer when it sings and when I meet a stranger,... it chances it thereof
My heart is volatile like a bird through an open door it beats to pulsed emotions living deep inside my chest finding favor with my soul loving me with sweet adore, it pumps blood inside my chambers, never taking rest
This heart of mine is made of love and Holiest of things I spend my time giving true support to those in need if I were Angel my heart would own two feathered wing but Angel I am not, though I love to plant the seed,
Its only God that can turn a heart into Holy fabric strings Its only God that can turn a heart into a heart that sings.