Little Sun Shine. Poem by Michael Gale

Little Sunshine all the way...
Just like music, let it play.

Let it play for all the Earth...
Let it spread forth, it's shiny mirth.

Let the good times come plant it's kiss...
Let it come to drone out, unhappy bliss.

For on the day, we smile that less...
God will come, unto, ye bless.

Hearken fast as angels say...
'God is here, to stay, this day'

God will come down to rule, His way...
No more evil, no bad way.