You know how I try to be
I wear my heart on the outside of my breast
That anyone who wants can see and criticize it
That any man may wound me
That, as best I can, I may be touched by anyone
That my Father may be pleased

My heart is not my own
To protect as others do
I do not know the way of it
It belongs unto my King
To use as He sees fit

May my meditations yet be pleasing
Unto You

Author: KB French

Formerly many things, including theology student, mime, jr. high Latin teacher, and Army logistics officer. Currently in the National Guard, and employed as a civilian... somewhere

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