While clouds did mill, ominous thundergirt
and in darkness
pile all over the distant horizon
we did caress,
with lips upon lips silently meeting;
our God did bless
us with His own lingering company
while in a storm we did each other see.
Wind did suddenly rock the little tent’s roof,
our God’s presence,
was everywhere, we were without a care,
to its essence
we talked about His might in that night;
our innocence
almost childly kept us from doing wrong.
both of our bonds with Him were very strong.
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