I Hear the Trumpet Through the Storm

I hear a sound; it sounds like a trumpet playing through a storm.

    A storm that has been passing for days and weeks. I'm alone and no one

    to turn to for help.



    I remember my prays that I were taught when I were a child, to call

    upon Jesus' name for help and guidance through troubled times; it is.

    his sound that I hear, the trumpet through the storm, letting me know.

    that help is on its way.
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