As they a cast glance upon this heart of mine

Tears of love pool form in precious slivers

that fall in a spatterings race,

upon the face of He that delivers.

For this is a love that sets one free

It never hinders nor does it bind.

Giving forth a life of glory that is forever lasting, forever mine.

For it was cast upon misery’s tree.

Set unto a soulful deliverance for both you and me.

So consider now in this world of travail,

The one that can deliver you, so that you too may prevail.

For……..

Sacred è il cuore di glory divine.

{Sacred is the heart of glory divine}

 J. Allen Wilson © 2004