My Poor Heart
Oh my poor heart
My brain knows she was ready to go
She's now singing old hymns with a heavenly glow
She's happy and gay with Jesus, Amen
Flying high with all those who went first, way back when
My Brain knows it's true, it feels peace for her now
No more pain, no more hurt, nothing holding her down
But oh my poor heart
Copyright © Sarah Sublett | Year Posted 2020
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