Braving the Storm
Wild rain stripping your thoughts
and pain away. battling the wind
finding it hard to catch your next
breath, wondering will it be your
last.
An unfamiliar landscape fear has a
grip of your hand, straying you off
the path.
Braving the storm in a state of disarray,
you can't think of the words to be saved!,
You say a prayer for the fear to be held at
bay. Fear not for the lord knows what you
are truly meaning to say.
Let the lord use the storm waters to wash you
clean, washing your sins away. This my friend
is a clean slate a brand new day.
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