Thunder is quaking
My joints are truly aching
An execrable storm is about to break through
The clouds above are
The most velvety and royal blue
With the beauty of the sky
And the bellow of the stormy breeze
My mind is carried back
A time in my life of agitation and unease
My joints deepen in their ache
My brain begins to swell
The barometric pressure increases the stakes
The pain of my past mistakes, I recall well
I know in my heart It's all part of the past
Yet, physical pain holds on tight
And demands to last
I Pray for His power to withstand this pain
The silver lining of this is that
It's all part of His plan
He will give me power to sustain
I can look forward to the future
In His home, I'm invited,
They never have painful rain
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
Thunder is quaking
My joints are truly aching
An execrable storm is about to break through
The clouds above are
The most velvety and royal blue
With the beauty of the sky
And the bellow of the stormy breeze
My mind is carried back
A time in my life of agitation and unease
My joints deepen in their ache
My brain begins to swell
The barometric pressure increases the stakes
The pain of my past mistakes, I recall well
I know in my heart It's all part of the past
Yet, physical pain holds on tight
And demands to last
I Pray for His power to withstand this pain
The silver lining of this is that
It's all part of His plan
He will give me power to sustain
I can look forward to the future
In His home, I'm invited,
They never have painful rain
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