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Crimson Blood Sunset
Crimson Blood Sunset If I could grab a piece of sunset at days end. I would nurture it the night through, That at sunrise, there would be twice the light. How right it is to be in light. As darkness descends, to grab a piece of sunset. And set time on end, such that endings seldom matter and beginnings dawn the night sky like second chances dripping dew drops of fading sadness. Ah what a sunrise that would be, If I could grab a piece of sunset on such a day that things went right and I fought like a soldier with a newly sharpened sword of kindness. Such a sunset, Such a sunset, if I could grab a moment’s peace, I’d grip it tight and never loose that hold to what’s right. If I could tell my wife I loved her and mean it. I’d tell her a thousand times in a thousand tiny things that men do in passing, but make me shudder. A thousand nights of sunrise I tell you. A thousand nights of sunrise, telling time to stop its pestering. Tyrannical time beckoning to days end. But if I could grab such that sunset, bright, brilliant, rainbows of light convincing me of my savior’s love. I would bask in that moment nurture it, such that at sunrise there’d be a thousand Jesus loves you’s shining for all the day to see. And me too, shining bright in such that double sunrise, Spawned from second chances from secret sunsets. If I could grab a moments peace just long enough to stare beyond this endless night of fear and monotony. Ah Pride, let me alone and leave me be, To grab this sunset. Embroidered with purple and crimson sunshine. Blood stained sunshine, convincing me that Jesus loves me and there is nothing to fear. If I could grab a hold of that crimson blood sunset, now that would be something!
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