The human heart, may I opine
is the baton of the Lord divine,
He waves to give the right motion,
in tune with His orchestration,
sometimes He sends it beating fast
making us think we can not last,
but not soon we erupt with glee,
the next beat is sweet andante,
we too play sad compositions
beat is obscured by emotions,
abiding faith we place in Him,
what was, is, will is not His whim,
in Him is true omnipotence,
he justly rules man's existence,
when His baton He last lays down,
big yoke He will exchange with crown.
© FLQ March 22,2014
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