TAKE THIS ACHING HEART
Take this aching heart my Lord,
hold it close to thee,
fill it with your love and hope,
then pass it back to me.
Take it to the sun and stars,
when tortured souls are free,
infuse it with your holiness,
then pass it back to me.
Take it to the moon at night,
where angels wish to be,
fill it with resounding good,
then pass it back to me.
Then when this heart stops
beating Lord, and death descends on me,
take me to reside in peace,
eternally with thee.
Ann Marsden, Saltburn, Cleveland