Southern Cookout Love Feel

That bright joy a blessed countenance reflects everywhere and people say, hey, you’re always smiling. I want some of that,

Even enemies do a double-take, I’m fully loved and I know it bounce, aware of my worth steps stepping,

When you feel a kiss from Heaven every night at bedtime and when you wake up. I’ve had that before,

God Almighty, bring it back like a timely hot track at a friendly thriving cookout in the South,

When older family members would sneak around the building with a few cans so the grandparents wouldn’t see 👀,

Well, maybe not like that part but you know what I mean.

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