Thoughts in a storm
The heavens sing in the storms divine rage
A heavenly choir on a celestial stage
Hollow basses roll like a drummers beat
With the wind and rain in this tempests heat
The high stiletto of the lightning flash
Like a gunshot extended an elongated blast
Let go of your sins forgiveness is here
My voice is loud there is nothing to fear
Listen to your heart in your inner mind
To the voice that speaks, the silent kind
Let your soul speak out in its moans and groans
In the language of tongues in its beautiful tones
The gentle ebbing of the storm is fading
With the softening rain and winds abating
Brilliance of morning rises low in the sky
Soft tones of daylight birds waken and fly
Ray
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