I was driving along on Route 4 the other day and the sun was on my skin, so warm to the touch. As I headed to the library to study your word, I had to quiet my thoughts or pull over and write a poem.
This was my poem:
The Son
when the sun
touches my skin
it warms me
it reminds me
it energizes me
i smile wider
i laugh louder
i sing confidently
i dance publicly
when the Son
touches my skin
i cry humbly
i bow gracefully
i praise intensely
He pursues me
He captivates me
He favors me
He's returning for me
touches my skin
it warms me
it reminds me
it energizes me
i smile wider
i laugh louder
i sing confidently
i dance publicly
when the Son
touches my skin
i cry humbly
i bow gracefully
i praise intensely
He pursues me
He captivates me
He favors me
He's returning for me
This was the view when I arrived:
