Your heart’s desire is a clear song,
A melody of memories,
The sense that somehow you belong
To someone, somewhere, perfectly.
And though your voice is not yet strong,
And though the notes don’t seem to please,
Your heart’s desire is a child’s prayer.
“Thy will, not mine, be done,” you say.
Your breath converts into His air.
Your words transform into His way.
A hymn reminds you He is there
In love, in loss, in dark, in day.
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