The sun is like God.
He gives us power,
He's so bright, we cower,
Yet we can't tell
When its our last hour.
Its dawn, I want tea.
Its day, lets play.
Its sunset, eat dinner.
Its night, sleep tight.
Are our bio rhythms
Boring until we're gone?
If the sun were void
We would be destroyed.
There's so much evil
Yet were a beautiful flower.
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The Hour Has Come
PoetryA Catholic poem or poems in each chapter. I was inspired by God.
