Pss. 102: 26 They shall perish, but thou shalt endure: yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed:
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The winds came briskly at the start of the day
sweeping the fields while out to play.
The sun partially hidden by bold dark caves
peeking out in increment waves.
The dormant trees bend to and fro
as new spring blossoms hang on and grow.
Shivering in winters seeming last touch
deadened limbs break off and such.
Just as in life wild storms erupt
making the soul feel somewhat corrupt.
Wrestling with the maniac season
calmly you pray for a justified reason.
Slowly you’re rid of worn out sorrow
you’ve reached a path to a better tomorrow.
Reclaiming your soul you fuse with God
standing strong upholding the rod.
Rejoicing now with hymns of praise
the cloudburst passed with sun-swept rays.
There’s only one storm you’re sure to win
The realization that your God’s within!