May I find myself
Giving my heart away
Leaving pieces of myself in my wake which I shall
Never pick up again, never return for
Here a friend receives my heart
My footprints leaving echoes in her soul
But where am I? Running ahead
To new souls, to new days
Leaving pieces of myself in my wake
May my heart be
As the seashore after a storm
All the sea's deepest treasures are washed up on the shore
Found by the lookers, the walkers, the watchers
Stumbled, treasured or stepped upon
An open heart, a treasure-store
May my heart be
A gift from my Lover
My Maker, my Savior
To you
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