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May 2020
Storms through the night
The winds that blew
The night being full of certainty
That night I couldn’t sleep
Normally I would be sleeping deep
The night darkness being totally pitch black
Even the stars had no mark
The lightning would often flash
As for me, I wanted to dash
The lightning form light with moment light
The thunder roared
A Heavenly voice was speaking
“Be still”
This is my will
I twisted and turned through the night
Maybe I was dreaming at a sense of fright
But the storm was real
It’s my big deal
Suddenly, the storm calmed down
I just looked around
There seemed to be silence with no sound
I knew then
The Lord is my shepherd that I had found
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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