HEALING BROKEN HEARTS AND WOUNDED SOULS

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When the music fades

 

                                                                         

When the sound of music

Fades slowly into the distance

When the lights dim and black out

And the voices of laughter cease

What will be left?

What will be left?

 

When the once brilliant face

Dims with wrinkle and age

When the once budding chest

Flattens itself down hill

What will be left?

What will be left?

 

When the horse and chariot

Cease to stop a your door step

When the one who professed once to love

Will no longer take pleasure in you

What will be left?

What will be left?

 

When the perfume and dress

That once pricked your heart with pleasure

When all those pleasures life once offered

No longer bring you that delight

What will be left?

What will be left?

Come to the Master, lover of your soul

Lay down the emptiness, heaviness and all

He knows exactly how you feel

And wants your empty soul to fill.

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The Gentleman who didn’t care about make up

A gentleman so fair and fun
Asked me out for a date and more
Just the kind of man I’ve longed for
Praying and hoping and wishing he came.

But then I began to think and consider
What will he say about this scar?
What about the bruises I still carry?
I look really awful and out of shape.

I searched around for some to help
Shopped and hoped he liked my look
I made-up, I cut down and wore some masked too
I entered his presence thinking ‘I did my best.’

My Lover looked at me in the face
Not with admiration but full compassion
Then He shed a tear that took me aback
He saw my confusion and then spoke out.

“My sweet, sweet little girl,
I know just what you’ve been up against
You need not hide the scars or bruises
They cannot destroy that beauty I put in you
I love you just as you are.
Never try to earn my love another day
I love you, I love you, I love you
My sweet, sweet little girl.

When the music fades


When the sound of music

Fades slowly into the distance

When the lights dim and black out

And the voices of laughter cease

What will be left?

What will be left?

 

When the once brilliant face

Dims with wrinkle and age

When the once budding chest

Flattens itself down hill

What will be left?

What will be left?

 

When the horse and chariot

Cease to stop a your door step

When the one who professed once to love

Will no longer take pleasure in you

What will be left?

What will be left?

 

When the perfume and dress

That once pricked your heart with pleasure

When all those pleasures life once offered

No longer bring you that delight

What will be left?

What will be left?

 

                           

                            Come to the Master, lover of your soul

Lay down the emptiness, heaviness and all

He knows exactly how you feel

And wants your empty soul to fill.

 

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