Rain so torrential wets my vision,

Thunder so jolting puts the nerves at trial,

Self seems heavy as log,

Thoughts give a bursting cry,

I kneel down to you O’Lord,

Awaiting the sunrise so clear,

Was it a nightmare I kneaded,

When it was sunshine you knitted,

Was it rainbows you intended,

When clouds so dark threatened,

I would only ask for your hands,

To graciously walk through your plans,

Never let me go of them,

For I wish to smile through every mile.

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