My Song

I have a song
    But I cannot sing so well.
I have a song
    But I don't play.
I have a song
    But I cannot make a melody.
But I have a heart,
And it hears songs,
And it feels,
And it grasps,
And it trembles,
And it bleeds,
And it always believes.
It knows with sure hope it has a song,
    being made into a sweet melody.
In that day I will hear my song,
    and there will be joy.