An inherited heart from Jesus, my inch I'd make a mile, when your eyes awake in the morning, taking my breath as you hand me your smile. As you give your last to the homeless, all care with no return, my heart in a million pieces, you put it back with no concern.
Now locking a forbidden door, to open one full of love, you make me a winner at every sport, nothing required not even a glove. As I feel the texture of your heart, a new feeling to my touch, guiding me through the hardest times, my rope when I'm in a clutch.
In every position the action you show, proves you know the Lord, proved your place and so adored, my strength, my knife, my sword. Before I close and before I open, prayers to keep you close, you tell me you love me more and more, my heart tells me I love you the most.
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