The storm hits hard,
trouble is all around,
but that which remains
stands on solid ground.
The winds blow strong,
and rain pours down,
but that which remains
stands on solid ground.
Floods fill the heart
causing great pain.
But with out any struggle
what strength would be gained?
So let the storms come
for what follows, I know...
After the rain,
comes His lovely rainbow.
1992
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