The Last Storm
You said
there would be a
Storm
One last
Downpour
before I could see
the Top
of this mountain
I’ve been climbing
At first I was
Stressed
wanting the battle
to End
but now,
I have my
Armor
I have you
Jesus.
I will not go down
Without a
Fight
So let it
Rain
for you have
calmed the
Spirit
of your daughter
in this
Raging Storm
Even though the wind
Threatens
to knock me over
I know I will be
Okay.
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