In the guarding of the heart

In the guarding of the heart,

one never let's it down;

lest someone would enter in,

and one might then be found.

But alas 'twill never happen

for the heart is always bound.

The keeper of the heart,

is lost and won't be found.

We heard the stillness of it's grave,

The frozen ground where cold wind blew.

No footprints are inside,

this heart that no one knew.

But God still knows this heart,

and the life that wasn't lived.

There's shelter in God's home,

and this heart He willforgive.

Though the heart not need forgiveness

it only has to see

what it has already;

what it is so affraid to be~