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MIGHTY WIND 

Mighty wind, 
upon the souls of men, 
returning that to which has been sown,

A troubling storm, 
the skies stirring to warn,  
a furious funnel aiming to claim its own.

Hearts filled with dread, 
most troubled heads, 
for the chosen deeds which will be repaid, 

For what's greatly sown, 
will again be owned, 
every brick and mortar that has been laid.

Hearts of faith rejoicing, 
for the ominous voicing, 
that to God, doth vengeance belong,

Men reap sooner than later, 
and abundantly greater, 
everything to which has been sown.

What is sown in the night, 
shall be brought to the light, 
though it seems that evil shall win,

Oh how they shall scurry, 
for what was thought to be buried, 
when revisited upon them again.

O Mighty Wind, 
who can contend, 
let all the wiser, the lessons be learned.

O restless wind, 
to what greater extend, 
shall men's wages of sin be earned. 

Let all men heed, 
what manner of seed, 
to the Mighty Wind to which they have sown.

The awe of their shock,
that God won't be mocked, 
He hears every prayer, every cry, every groan.

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