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Feb 2011
I put my heart in a box,
And locked it with a key.
Placed it in my Master’s hands;
For my true love’s to keep.

Then said to my Maker;
‘Keep my heart for me.
When my true love comes;
Give him my hearts key’

While I wait for that day to come,
Create me into the one I am meant to be.
So that we will be the perfect fit,
The missing piece that You created to go together.

Thus the day You put my hand in his,
We will mirror to the World,
The perfect harmony of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit;
What You intended to be and called “It is Good”.
2010
Written by
Jaye Bennett
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