A-fter a storm comes a calm,
I-t's a natural phenomenon;
L-et not your mind worry
E-ven about hostile horizon.
N-ot all days are stormy, tomorow shall be sunny;
E-ither eye doesn't cry, both instead feel the glee.
T-ry to silently think
O-f the fresh morning light;
L-et your sleep be sound,
E-merging after the night.
D-ay twenty-fourth October, gladly sing hymn and psalm;
O-pen your heart to the Lord, after a storm comes a calm.
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