A Trembling Heart

A TREMBLING HEART I pray oh Lord, my soul you’d keep, As I welcome the black escape of sleep, Small, trembling heart, in a full grown shell, Sometimes ain’t doing very well, I’ve figured out it’s not on me, You paid my debt, on a cruel tree, But that don’t stop me now and then, From reclaiming ownership of sin, So comfortable and easy too, To grab it back away from you, I’m prone to wander far from home, But always welcome as your own, Exhausted, searching through the night, For yokes that are easy and burdens light, The driveway light is always on, And you’re always looking for your son, When in the light of Mercy’s day, You take burdens and yokes away, Then once again it catches me, Reality that I’m truly free, Would that I’d learned when I was young, All the prayers I’ve prayed, the songs I’ve sung, Time wasted, both now and then, In the headlong, reckless, race for sin, Damage done by a foolish man, Can you redeem that, in your plan? I once was young and now I’m old, But you have always been my goal, You reassure that all is well, With a full grown heart in a trembling shell. Copyright 2013 Brian Wallace