The Storm

The Storm
The storm came and took me to places I had never been
And then God came and reached on in.
You see he had been there All along
But when the storm came
I thought he was gone.
Gone, gone left my house
The people around me didn't want to see
My cloud
My cloud, what cloud they say
But God could see my storm
He knew I didn't need to be left along.
Don't get me wrong I had some wind world highs during this storm
But if you flinch you might
Get it All wrong.

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