Hope In the Midst of a Storm
Twisting, surging, spattering and curling
Roaring, soaring, splashing and whirling
A Tornado’s whirling winds-spewing death
Sweeping off anything on his path
A mighty Tornado has blown a City apart
Many He has hurled from the City’s mart
He fetched and leveled the entire town
His roar nothing could have calm down
The whirling strike of a Tornado
A Tornado as deadly as Ronaldo
Mr. Tornado had been very cruel
Ruthless as lions in territorial duel
In the midst of a Tornado a treasure found
It was a grandmother’s gold of pleasure bound
Ironically, was a chapter page of Psalm 75
While many succumb the Bible still survive
The Bible provides hope in the midst of a storm
In the midst of a Tornado His word come to conform
His Word is our light in the darkest of time
He is our Lamp when life seems to have no rhyme
He strengthens our soul in times of despair
His unfailing Word invigorates our soul and repair
He sends His Word to lifts us up when we are down
He sends His Word to make us smile when we frown
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.[Matthew 24:35]
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