This Gift
I could be falling to pieces,
Like a smashed jar of clay,
But when I see your face,
My brokenness can’t stay.
I forget about a heart,
That’s been pushed away and slashed,
When I am by your side,
It’s like I have no past.
My pain could be outside,
Or in the deepest chasms of my soul,
Yet, only one touch from you,
I’m healed, I’m joyful, I’m gold.
I want to kiss you in the moonlight,
Be the girl you hold,
Turn to you in silence,
And have everything I want to tell, told.
I want to hold your hand in the center,
Of life’s deadly tornado of greed,
I’ve never cried, still, you give all this,
Tender love really does start… when received.