Sun Rays
SUN RAYS
Sun Ray's blowing through the Sun kissed Wind
Arrows flying through
Barely able to Bend
Light shining Bright
Brighter than the Eye can see
Vision being shuffled
Who might this Be
Knock, knock, knock
Always come in Three's
Standing at the Door
Looking down at Me
Was The LORD'S HOLY Angel
Who might hold the Key
17 May. 2022
By: Xanthe LaDale Smith
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