Eternal treasures of the heart
From childhood these we store,
Things that molded us, what we impart-
Values we use to build and restore.
Our hearts are unseen storage bins
Where beauty or decay find root,
Our eyes are windows, from them can be seen
What we have stored and these bear fruit.
Only God can see what is there
He Who alone made every man's heart
Only He can cleanse and repair
Whatever purity there was from the start.
All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~~10.01.13
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