Gods Love as A Storm

As His arms hold me from above

I feel Him healing me with love

The rain drops are His tears

Washing away all my fears

With the bringing of the winds

He blows away my sins

The thunder is His voice

In His love I make my choice

The lighting bolt is His furious strike

And Satan runs in utter fright

As His Son breaks the Eastern sky

I feel the old me die.

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5-12-07