Storm

Your storm came rushing through

and it swept me off my feet

Telling me stories of the wind

and I was in defeat

Heightened by the heavens

retired in the dirt

Water under my burning feet

these wounds no longer hurt

Hiding in my own salvation

lonely and rejected from your praise

I lie grounded in my corner

to live out these hallowed days

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