erincorvus:

The warmth of Sobek-Ra

Sometimes I wonder why I’m rarely cold

I can run barefooted in the snow

Build a snowman without gloves

Wear no jacket when everything is frozen

Then He turns to me and say: “Child, you are under my protection.”

I feel His presence by my side

His hand on my shoulder

Sometimes he leaves

I know He has lots of stuff to do

But before I go outside

And into the blizzard

He’s right there with me

Full of glory

Full of might

Full of warmth