This world holds many prideful hearts
that pound like selfish drums,
and angry hearts that sting me so -
until great sorrow comes.
Some hearts are much too busy to
amass a caring thought.
There's some that think they know it all -
and they cannot be taught.
There are so many greedy hearts
that seldom weep or cry -
and people with a hardened heart,
will never even try.
Now that is when I'm really hurt
by those I could condemn,
but as God whispers soothing words -
it's then I pray for them.
Their hearts are mean and frigid -
and others, simply bad.
Some hearts grow very weary and,
some others are so sad.
Relationships will often die
before hearts carved in trees -
and only God can mend those hearts -
above two humbled knees.
Some hearts are very fragile -
as fine, thin window glass -
that break our friends to pieces when,
they see a loved one pass.
Their troubled hearts are shattered and -
some have been many years.
Those heavy hearts still only pump
up moisture into tears.
It seems that soft and tender hearts
hurt most when torn apart -
but it's okay God gave me one.
I'm blessed to have this heart.
And God once formed a special heart,
so very loving - rare.
It is unique and that is why -
my mom's beyond compare.
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