I am Zoria and I Welcome you to my pages!

Breaking

Oh! how to write, what I can hear,
And yet this is, what I must do.
To write to tell, to share my love,
To write and share, my loving heart.

To tell about A Heart that's just like His.

And so... I know... not what... is there...
but I... do know... what's in... my heart...

And so we go, go on and find,
the last breaking, of our own heart,
The last breaking, of humans hearts,
to one like his, his--heaaart--breeeaks.
and lo amen his loving will be done.

Shat-tered beyond, hope of re-pair
and never to, ere be the same.
And who will care, I know not one,
down here on earth, but--faaatheer,
and lo amen his loving will be done.

And sooo... we gooo... go ooon... and fiiind...
the fiiinal... breeeaking... of... the heart....

The last breaking, of human heart
the entering, the gathering,
of the "garden of flowers".
He grew himself, as He so willed, His heart soars!
and lo amen his loving will be done.