When the sun goes down....

Well..I tried to use some imagination in this one but what I am trying to say in this poem is absolutely true!!

When the sun goes down

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Everyday when the sun goes down..

I take a walk to the town;

I walk through the scented bed of roses,

Which is like the middle of sea in the story of moses.

There is a little girl in the garden,

She wears in her hair,beautiful satin ribbon;

We laugh and play in the garden,

Which makes me forget all my burdens.

In the town,there is a rodeo singer,

Whose voice I greatly admire;

He sings beautiful songs of comfort,

It surely does boost my spirit higher;

Then I go to the church near the river bank,

I kneel down with love to thank;

For the price with which I have been bought,

To He who rescues me without a second thought.

On my way home,I thought,

About the life I have got;

One day the roses would fade away,

The little girl may be no longer on my way.

The rodeo singer may lose his voice,

Or he may choose a living of better choice;

The mountain air may get stale,

Or the evening sky pale.

But the one love of my life,

Who willingly helps me in my strife,

Will always stay by my side,

Will always be my guide;

Anything and everything may pass,

But not the love that is revealed on the cross,

So I will live a life without any torment,

For God and His love for me is permanent!!!