Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Your heart is tender as the rose
Precious as a blossom
Uncurling to greet the air
For the first time

The tender petals, frail as they might
Push out in the budding of youth
Your heart is still young to love
Your conscience blooms in purity

Your heart is still clean to love
Cut by the word of God
A two-edged sword that gives life
And takes corruption away

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