Heart’s Overflow (Part 1)

Footsteps on woodchips break silence
And leave silence behind as they reach the dining hall doorway
All they could ask for was a rest from the busiest of days
Are you as thankful as I that feet get to rest
While a heart’s overflow spills from our tongues

It seems on these nights that hot chocolate keeps us alive

And I want you to be right here with me
Warming me, stirring me, setting me free
And it’s heaven to think that the overflow of your heart
Belonged to me

-Zach