BH ( / Braidwood, Illinois)

The First Light

The sun rose in all of its glory for all of us to see
But alas, the hustle and bustle of everyday life
Made us miss this wondrous show of beautiful light
Tomorrow may never come you see
So open the shades to the beautiful light
And remember who put this there for us to see
Can you imagine complete darkness
With no wondrous beauty from nature away from our sight
Please people, take time out to see this wondrous light
Before you fade and see the final light coming from our Savior.

by Bruce Horaz

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