The heart of man is a fickle thing
Lifting high and falling low,
Like tides of the mighty oceans
With its' ebb and flow.

When my heart is full of love
And feels that it may burst,
I long to share it with someone
But who should be the first?

A neighbor, friend, or family?
The one has not a name,
But suddenly I do realize
Then hang my head in shame.

Forgive me Lord for I know
True joy comes from Thee,
Oh thank you Lord for I forgot
Who comes first with me.

Joyce T. Griffin
Jacksonville, Florida