Her heart is sitting on a shelf most days.
It looks around and makes a few wishes,
Taking time to contemplate all the ways
Of how good life can be as it swishes
By unconcerned with how long it takes
To see around the corners and become
Something like the wish she makes
As the shelf begins to feel like home.
And nothing is quite the same again
And she see this and must pretend
That everything is fine
Even when it is not.
I love the way you make me feel when the skies are clear
And everything from before now and looking toward heaven is near
Family is all I can think about and dream about and hope for
I look at the past, present, and future, and realize you are an open door
Leading me to forever, leading me to always
Leading me to the best of everything God could give
Because you are the way home, showing the way
As I strive to make it through the strife and live.
You are the light I need;
You are my friend indeed.
I am invaluable—
A real treasure divine.
I am insatiable
When I lose track of time.
I am creativity personified—
Holding nothing back, nothing kept inside.
I am invaluable—
God's child to be glorified—
Sent through the fire meant to refine.
I am watching, awaiting, anticipating—
To be claimed for all eternity.
