The blowing wind, in a howling sound,
speaking with force of unknown source,
the heavens show their glory,
as the thunder strikes, the blackness greets me,
I see not my front or my surroundings,
hyenas laugh in the distance,
bugs live up to their name and nag,
the sting of loneliness,
yet the afraid ,as I am, run,
as i beg for mercy,
calling to HIM who rescues....
speaking with force of unknown source,
the heavens show their glory,
as the thunder strikes, the blackness greets me,
I see not my front or my surroundings,
hyenas laugh in the distance,
bugs live up to their name and nag,
the sting of loneliness,
yet the afraid ,as I am, run,
as i beg for mercy,
calling to HIM who rescues....
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