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Jan 2015
Learning to see the beauty through the darkened rain.
Feel the peace of the storm as it washes everything from me.
Closing my eyes and feeling the drops on my eyelids as my tears get mixed in.
Letting the hurricane take away my weakness in order to make me stronger. Making me bare, only my bones are seen through theย ย downpour of rain.
I will trust you Lord for you are King of the skies that bring the storms. As I become weak you become my only strength. I will trust you for you're all that is faithful and true.
Refining.
Anne
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Anne  In my head
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