the blood under my skin begins to boil
it is a warmth that has been missed
i have welcome the sun
like a prodigal child returning home
riding my bike with friends
arms open wide as if to taunt the sun
screaming at the top of my lungs
is that all you got?
eyes shut, arms wide, wind in my hair, and a smile on my face
it's summer time at last
the sun, a source of joy
the Son, my source of joy
the sun, a source of warmth
the Son, my source of warmth
the sun, shines on me
the Son, shines in me
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