The truth be told,
A heart on hold
Is not what God desires.
He knows that love
Like that above
Is all my heart requires.
My will persists.
My soul insists.
So what I want transpires.
I get my way!
I have my say!
His voice gently retires.
I find myself
Upon the shelf
In a world that admires.
Beautiful stone
Cold and alone
Warmed by the glowing fires.
Suddenly real
Loving the feel
Of all my heart’s desires.
I start to cry
But don’t know why.
My aching heart inquires.
God hears my plea
And rescues me.
Beautiful change transpires.
Love chases fear
As He draws near
Giving me His desires.
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