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Apr 2018
'Pon entering life’s stormy strides,
His perfect peace accompanies
With incredible calm.

Though the rain beats down,
Floods rise, lightning flashes,
And thunder rolls,
One can rest, in spite of the storm.

I do not seek a closet shelter.
Nor to crawl under a bed for fear.
For God is my shelter,
And he is always there.

In the midst of it all, I can sleep.
I can rest in him.
Written by
walterrean salley  usa
(usa)   
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