In the middle of the storm,
A hand turned down upon me,
A gentle hand, firm yet soft,
In the tear i knew it was thee,

Crying out each tear fell softly,
From my eyes onto my cheeks,
Upon the ground, all around,
I knew You wouldn't leave me,

He stood by me softly saying,
He said these words to me,
In a softened comforting breeze,
Child, I'll never leave.~*....
 
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