Powerless
This rain is coming,
In our life,
As winds blow it forward,
no more strife,
So powerless to fight,
in all it's fury,
In all that we know,
never a worry,
For within is our love,
in all it's fullness,
Our rain of love,
in all it's goodness.
created by johnaarongreen
Copyright © John Aaron Green | Year Posted 2012
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