🛠 Riding On a Burning Light 🎇

🐖 Bursting bombshells in the night,

I’m riding my first Comet with red paint baked in.

My eyes always pop,

my lips quiver, and I begin to shiver happy as can be!

Then I hear a little pig squealing Weeee, Weeee…

I look and realize I am he,

Riding a burning light-my butte stuck to the seat.

Speeding pass with a roar-my ears ring fast.

Knowing my Lord Jesus watches over me,

Everything is alright and triumph is here!

Because should I fall-my Lord is near. ❤️