The Heart
As I grow older I have learned,
That hearts are funny things.
Some days it weeps and mourns,
And other days it sings.
It doesn't take much to move it,
To make it feel so much.
It can be as simple as a word,
Or even a gentle touch.
It can soar to heights unfathomed,
Or fall to depths so low.
Sometimes it can be something,
And we didn't really even know.
But the heart is also a remarkable thing,
With so much capacity for love.
Created by an amazing craftsman,
Our Father in Heaven above.
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