Cling Fast To The Music In Your Heart Poem by Mark Heathcote

I have disrespected myself
I've often forgotten to love myself
I have often fallen from God's grace
I have often been lost and efface
But I don't hate anyone
But I have not yet learnt to outrun
The darker shadows which still haunt me
The darker shadows taunt me

Lord, forgive me even that poor fool
Cain wears a donkey cross like a mule.
Forgive me; I know not what I do
Forgive me, forgiveness, I pursue
Lord, forgive me, I'm a little bird
Longing to sing and sleep undeterred
Longing for forgiveness so, I emerge
From an eggshell break on wing converge

Oh, with you, my lord, with you my lord
After all, my lessons let me, board
One smallish bough a perch in your heart
Oh, with you, my lord, with you my lord
Oh, with you, my lord, with you my lord
After all, my lessons let me, board
Sing one sweet refrain, one retched impart
Cling fast to the music in your heart.