Here is my heart,
it sings a song from the depths of my soul.
It cries for mercy, it begs for strength.
It wonders and wishes for understanding when
nothing makes sense.
There are no words, there are no whispers.
I can’t comprehend what language it speaks.
On the song of a prayer it weeps with tears,
hoping beyond hope,
believing beyond belief.
The song of the heart is a mysterious thing,
a gift from the Creator who created us.
A language only He understands.
The song of the heart sings praises through tears,
it calms our fears.
It comforts us when we don’t understand,
and calms the wounded soul,
when we let go and trust in His plan.
by Janet Robinson © 2012