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Sit it Out

Dark, heavy clouds hung low
I wanted to continue but I just couldn't go

My vision was blurred and nearly defunct
Rising winds began to harpoon my wheels, leaving
me feeling stumped

Then a supreme voice softly said, "It's okay, now pull over."
So I obliged as I meekly moved to the shoulder

At that moment the clouds began to break
The rain started pouring as my heart started to shake

Copious amounts of rain pelted my windshield
Cacophonous thunder and lightning bellowed
without yield

A raging storm was in full-throttle
No longer in the eye, I was immersed as my 
wheels began to wobble

Refuge and peace I wanted and earnestly sought
Then that sweet voice appeared again as it spiritually
taught

"Be still and hold fast, my faithful one."
"This storm will soon pass,  so sit it out for
it's already done."

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