My heart clock

My heart is a clock: ticking out its simple tune

Rhythmic; symbolic: can you sense the doom?

Each heart beat is a little tick: each second

Another life is gone: perhaps way too soon

Tick tock goes my heart clock: it never stops

The maker made it precious: made it very strong

He made it tick each second: all my whole life long

It ticks when I am sleeping: it tocks while I am awake...

I never stops its beating no matter the path I take

Before I was even born I heard it going: yes it’s true

In my mother's womb it was beating out its fierce tattoo

Each time I stood and waited: each time I sighed anon

My heart it was a beating out that simple rhythmic tune...

It beat faster when I was in love...it pounded in my ears

Again it beat even faster: when I was facing all my fears

That steady thumping is my companion: it goes on and on

Never will it cease as long as it beats strong...

My maker wound it tightly: wound it to go on and on

Yes he made this my little heart to go on beating 

Each and every single day that I am meant to belong

Here upon this earthly plane: until he comes to claim me

Then will it cease its labours: cease to perform its beat

Then will I surrender to my maker: give up the ghost to him

For when he leads me yonder: then will it cease its labours

And I will be ready to embrace my maker: as He takes me home