The wind the sun God his angels and me
The wind the sun God his Angels and me..... When I am gearing up for a ride I am already thinking..I feel I will be safe because years ago I gave up drinking . Back roads are calling my name.. Riding is dangerous and not a mere childs game.. I pack my saddle bags as I'm pondering and map my plan.. Then I straddle her and lift her and kick up her kick stand... Now I am ready for the wind the sun God his angels and me.. .As I ride the wind holding my head high I feel the glorious sun. The feeling that cones over me and the freedom I am feeling surpasses fun.. .. Just like each time before I know God is with me on this run... As I ride thoughts run through my mind . Things like staying true to myself and to always remain humble and kind.. There are times I ride with tears in my eyes remembering my family and friends who has passed and are gone.. I want so badly to see them again I try very hard to do no wrong... Sometimes the wind is cold just like a lost soul.. Getting closer to God is always my goal.. I always feel safe and many times bold... Riding with Angels I feel my life is on hold.. So as you see I never ride alone because I have the wind the sun God his Angels and me.. Having me is having memories of all that life has shared Giving up one of those memories I do not dare.. Riding shows me there is more to life than just me.. Thank you dear God for letting me ride and allowing me to be free! I so love the wind the sun You your angels and me...... By Jesse Wesley Bailey Jr.
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My love for riding my motorcycles and for God and all that is his!
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Submitted by Jwballthat06 on June 26, 2021
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