lillipadponderings

Pure
Hidden in this mortal frame is a beating heart, I’m told.
It’s flesh…just flesh and yets it’s value exceeds the finest gold.
It’s rhythm… Ah, a drummers dream, it’s voice great hopes procure .
And now I pray, before my Lord… My beating heart is pure.
L.schreckhise 12/29/11
To the pure, all things are pure~Titus1:15