The Warmth of Life


The summer breeze along the way,
where sunlight ever glows.
To here nor there has seldom seen,
a greater storm that surely blows.

Rebukes the rays of golden sun,
to cast the darkened doubt.
But if we lay upon his feet,
our terror he'll cast out.

Till end from first we all shall see,
the reckoning by his hand.
For if we choose to live his life,
we'll be buried in his land.

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