heart of man

My heart can sing when I pause to remember
A heartache here is but a stepping stone
Along a trail that’s winding always upward,
This troubled world is not my final home.

This weary world with all its toil and struggle
May take its toll of misery and strife;
The soul of man is like a waiting falcon;
When it’s released it’s destined for the skies.

But until then my heart will go on singing,
Until then with joy I’ll carry on.
Until the day my eyes behold the city,
Until the day God calls me home.

- until then [hymn]

p.s. valentine's day was rad.