The Light
As I wandered throught the woods one night,
I saw a very mysterious light.
The light was sky blue,
where it had came from,
I had no clue.
Its angelic glow drew me in,
So I followed it, not knowing where I would end.
When I thought I was close to it,
it seemed to get farther.
That is when my heart started to beat harder.
All of sudden, I came to a halt.
Because the light had gotten so bright,
that it stung like salt.
After that had happened, the light had went away.
What I saw in front of me, left me in total dismay.
It was the edge of a steep cliff.
So I started praying to God, thanking him for not setting me adrift.
Because I could have died that night,
if it weren't for God sending a angel,
in the form of a light…
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