the heart is like a butterfly. she flutters from flower to flower in the court, trying to seduce the sweetness within. then finds herself sipped in the routine.
the heart is more foolish. the creature finds host in its Eden, unlike her who tries to satisfy her self elsewhere.
" O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be
Let Thy goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander Lord, i feel it
Prone to leave the God i love
Here's my heart, O take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above
Here's my heart, O take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above"
taken from Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing,
words by Robert Robinson.
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