If The Foot Of The Trees Were

What A Joy, To Travel The Way Of The Heart

My Beloved Grows Right Out Of My Own Heart. How Much More Union Can There Be.

You Could String A Hundred Endless Days Together, My Soul Would Find No Comfort From This Pain. You Laugh At My Tale? You May Be Educated But You Haven’t Learned To Love Till You’re Insane

Your Heart Mirrors Not His Love, Rusty With Your Sins It Is, Remove This Rust And You Shall Perceive How Glorious He Is.

I Went Inside My Heart To See How It Was. Something There Makes Me Hear The Whole World Weeping.