The numerous Tornado’s that roared
The frightening funnels that I saw
Being a Tornado chaser
I needed to be near
Death wasn’t a thought, but preserver becoming fear
I remembered being my car and suddenly being pulled into the funnel of a Tornado
I was hurled high into the sky and moving around the Tornado as if it was an amusement ride
As I was swirling around
I was above the storm and I knew I was Heaven bound
I smiled seeing the mighty warmth of the sun and clouds all gathering in stating, “It is done”
My heart quickly pounded and my blood rushed
Suddenly I felt flushed
I knew my spirit was on target for Heaven
My car abruptly dropped down
My soon would be my eternal bound
Immediately, the car was on a bull’s eye towards earth
My flesh made no sound and quietly my spirit descended from being all around
The Tornado being God’s call, and the remembrance in Standing Tall as I am the God for all.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
The numerous Tornado’s that roared
The frightening funnels that I saw
Being a Tornado chaser
I needed to be near
Death wasn’t a thought, but preserver becoming fear
I remembered being my car and suddenly being pulled into the funnel of a Tornado
I was hurled high into the sky and moving around the Tornado as if it was an amusement ride
As I was swirling around
I was above the storm and I knew I was Heaven bound
I smiled seeing the mighty warmth of the sun and clouds all gathering in stating, “It is done”
My heart quickly pounded and my blood rushed
Suddenly I felt flushed
I knew my spirit was on target for Heaven
My car abruptly dropped down
My soon would be my eternal bound
Immediately, the car was on a bull’s eye towards earth
My flesh made no sound and quietly my spirit descended from being all around
The Tornado being God’s call, and the remembrance in Standing Tall as I am the God for all.
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