Shower my heart with love
It reigns down on me
For once I was lost
Now I am created
To be the person I want to be.
My destiny is in my control
I am the one who writes the plans
I am the architect of my dreams
I decide where the foundation of love shall be placed
And then I build the walls brick by brick with love and truth.
I am the interior designer
I decide how the furniture of grace and compassion shall be placed
I make it warm and inviting
a place that company wants to come and visit
Kick up their feet and stay a while.
I am the gardener of my soul
I pull the weeds of self-hurt and destruction out one by one
I fertilize the soil that makes a magical heart bloom
And the magical heart flourishes and drops seeds
And those seeds fly in the air and spread pixie dust
Which sprinkles love and hope
And compassion and truth
And wisdom and grace
To all the other hearts in the kingdom.
It is my fairy tale.
And this is how it shall be.