All I am

If I could gather my words in heaps of love
it will rise and pluck for you a star from above
but my words are poor, poorer than the sparrows
whose tiny wings will quietly lift your sorrow
keeping your radiant smile alive for tomorrow

If I could gather my thoughts in sheets of care
it will tuck you away from this world of despair
O! my poor thoughts, poorer than summer breeze
blows the frown off your brows with ease
a knight at your command to please

If I could gather my will in bars of gold
it will buy you away to a place joy is sold
but my will is poor, poorer than arid rain
who floods our barns with sweet honest grain
putting to rest the debtors sly tongue of pain

Since my words, thoughts and will are poor
may I humbly offer my old faithful heart
upon whose crested pedestal stands a door
leading to many chambers of good path
thumping to beats of heavenly melody
drowns the noise of this worlds tragedy