But Then My Heart Remembers

I’ve only wanted to walk

with You but my walking’s

no good.

How I trip, stumble,

Fall, bite the lip between

my teeth.

I’m a red-faced toddler,

wobbling my way 

around and over

hardened earth.

But then my heart

remembers something

my brain can never handle:

the soft, warm feel of

Your loving hand.

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