The Heroine

The heroine in this story
Isn't much of one, you see,
For never did she save a life,
Or keep rich company,
No servants did attend her bed
Or princes bend their knee
To she who quietly made her way
To where her heart was free.

Our heroine never killed a foe
Nor rescued one in need,
Her shoes were never made of glass
Nor were her gardens green,
She never cast a spell of love
Or rode a handsome steed,
But spent the years in waiting
For her heart to be set free.

And though her tale is told to none,
Her deeds pass by, unseen,
No one writes about her world
Nor wonders where she's been,
And never will her face appear
Upon a movie screen,
No less important is her heart,
A star that now shines free.

Heart Song

A heart that sings
Is a heart that dreams
And looks to the future with hope,
With faith in the unseen
As substance alive
With the light and the purpose of love.

A heart that can fly
Is a heart that can rise
Above the malaise of the world,
In spirit to worship
The maker of heaven
Who blows like the wind through our souls.

A heart that can grow
Is a heart of flesh
That's after expression of truth,
Forever transparent
In wanting the best
For the other hearts tied to its strings...

Wanting

I want to see you on the water

Coming forth to rescue me,
Reaching out your saving hand
To pull me from the rising waves.

I want to feel your arms around me,

Hear you say that all is right,
Rest within your strength and mercy
‘Til I’m swallowed by your light.

I want to live with only you, Lord,

Where my faith works miracles,
Forgetting all that lies behind me,
Pressing on toward heaven’s goal.