My heart is of rock
It is hard and solid.
If my heart is in a million pieces, it will have to be repaired by the feet of Love.
Instead my heart is dormant, not tender or seamless.
Kind of Ironic our heart protects our mind…shouldn’t it be the other way around?
If our mind came first we could guard our heart, and no heartache would conquer us, we could choose to the let the feet of love redeem our heart.
Restores, it restores, the feet of Love.