When the storm arrives where will you
be?
Where will you turn for shelter?
Who’s Arms will protect you from the wind?
When lightening strikes will you see?
We dance in the sunshine but can’t
withstand the rain.
Life is invigorated by the sun,
yes this is true,
but without the rain to cleanse us we can never be born anew.
When the storm winds blow will you
stand strong?
Or topple like the houses you’ve built with vanities.
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