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The Girl in the Barbour

The darkness grows; the storm rolls in,

A lonely girl begins to grin.

From Heaven’s hall does flow a hymn,

A flash of light ignites the dim.

The storm is where she calls her home,

Amid its torrents she does roam.

She feels the wind upon her face,

A comfort she does long embrace.

Within the chaos she does dive,

To come out feeling more alive.

The truth does lie within the eye,

Its traces formed as clouds swirl by.

While those that can for cover run,

She finds life in a world undone.

A show of might from lofty heights,

Does fill her soul with sweet delights.

There is a secret in the wind,

Its whispers she can not rescind.

A story told through thunder claps,

It tells a tale of sin’s foul trap.

It shakes the ground beneath the trees,

And rocks the earth with its decrees.

And yet there’s something in the rain,

That washes clean away her pain.

As sure as something in the flood,

Reminds her of her Savior’s blood.

An arc of color forms a bow,

To mark a promise He bestows.

No more to dwell in dark of night,

She says “Hello” to warmth of light.

And every storm that breaks the day,

Reminds her that He’s on His way.

Verse Of The Week:

I cried out to the LORD in my great trouble, and He answered me. I called to You from the land of the dead, and LORD, You heard me! – Jonah 2:2

What I’m Reading:

Grimm’s Fairy Tales by The Brothers Grimm

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