The clouds are dark this morn'
They herald of storms, and the coming rain
For some this is the coffin nail, the final blow
Wishing for sun and warmth to take the fear away
It eludes them, teasing and mocking them
Beams and rays break through, giving hope for but a moment
My heart soars and begins to sing
Something majestic is in the storm
A ringing call that strikes the heart of man
It calls out saying "Know me! I am here."
Desperation of neglect does not fill the voice
But the steadfast authority of one who deserves it
How can we ignore? How could we not see this glorious display?
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