
This is a sudden storm Threatening my feeble form A rough and rapid stream Carrying with it my dream
This is a cruel quake Keeping my fears awake A ruthless reckless tremor Ripping apart my core
This is a furious fire Billowing dark despair A devastating flame Leaving embers of shame
But God will keep His own A refuge is His throne On Him I rest my oars For this, this too shall pass.
Sista Mercie
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