I've seen many storms
come and go in my life
some so strong
I almost gave up and lost my fight
but when the time came
that I fell to my knees
and became so numb
crying out in despair and pain
God walked up to me and held out His hand
and as I reached out to Him
He picked me up
and carried me through
until I became
strong enough to stand
and walk on my own
to the end of the storm
into the warmth of His loving light
that awaited me
at the very end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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