Her heart
Ticks like clockwork
Her hands are
Frozen like ice
Clasped together in
Humble prayer
Something good
This way comes
The air is full
Of living song
Her heart joins in
A clockwork song
Every beat since she was born
Jumped in praise for Him
Every beat till death
Will jump in praise for Him
Counting till they meet
And they can join hands
One second too many
But it isn't time
She has things to do
Something good
This way comes
Her heart
Beats like clockwork
Her eyes
Fixed on the Tree
The stars
Were never so bright
Something good
This way comes
Her clockwork heart
Is waiting