Sunday, October 2, 2011

You Hear My Heart.

You hear my heart when words won’t come to me, Lord
You hear my heart when tears don’t cease to flow
You hear my heart when memories are painful
Lord, take my heart, You know I love You so.

They fly to Heaven, these silent prayers of mine, Lord
Though just a breath released from laboured thought
As incense caught by golden bowls You are holding
Then my humbled heart flies upwards as it ought.

Your heart is mine, since Calvary had pierced it
Your heart is mine and so I worship You
My heart is Yours since ever You had willed it
You are my Lord; I love to worship You.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.


Pam said...

Lovely, Wyn. So worshipful!

wyn said...

Thank you Pam,

Marja Meijers said...

"You hear my heart when words won't come to me..." Well written Wyn, love this poem. Thanks for sharing!

wyn said...

Blessings to you Marja.