Your heart is like gold
Let your thoughts make the mold
Have love as your only foundation

Rid your self of the hate
That’s prolonging the wait
You create your own destination

Let love be your guide
Be one with its stride
Hold fast to your only salvation

Be faithful and strong
And you can’t go wrong
If you leave no room for temptation

© 4/8/1990
William Grant Preston

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