Morn-Soft Sand
When my heart's bell tolls, it signals for Father time with my soul.
I excite while driving to align with sights God made divine.
Under a tropic sun glow, I walk to where faithful waves roll.
Sitting in morn-soft sand, I give God thanks for His beach design.
As waves tease, then leave, I pray God stays my ocean devotion.
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2025
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