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.
Your poem describes how your heart is what your mind makes it. To you all things good and holy come from your mind by way of your heart. It might be quicker to just shortcut the process.
Lovely thoughts, Vienna. Reading it brought to mind Ephesians 5:19 "speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord..." Your image would make a nice card. Thank you for sharing. All the very best this (Christ)mas. r
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)
Potential meets purpose for great accomplishments in the life of a young student.
A young student is interested in learning coding programs. He applies and is rejected because of his age. He does not give up and tries again and is accepted. Eventu
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