Wash Over Me
115 degrees. It's hot
You lay out just trying to catch a breeze
And slow but very deliberate the sun dips in the sky and the sun recluses and the night take over and without notice a cool and refreshing breezy washes over you and without hesitation from your lips fly the gratitude.
Thank God.
It is just a reminder of his presence and protections
Enjoy it and let is wash over you
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