King of All Hearts

No matter our age or religion or color

No matter if wealthy or trapped in sad squalor

No matter if lovely or holy and sainted

No matter if broken or blackened and tainted

No matter our sin or our fleshly persuasion

No matter our era, our tribe or our nation

He’s creating a tapestry, woven with gold

Bringing beauty from ashes and warmth from the cold

Each one is a thread, yes each is a jewel

Each one brings a tone and a shade and a hue

As a symphony needs every instrument’s sound

Every note, every chord so that fullness abounds

Each one is a facet yet an integral part

of creation’s kaleidoscope mosaic heart

For He is our author and muse from above

His masterpiece story is “The Book of Love”

He sings us our melodies, He’s master of arts

He’s artist, He’s lover, the King of All Hearts