Shelter from the storms

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Shelter from the storms

I was a wounded soldier was'nt prepare to fight, i did arrive at my Darkest night. but the lord shelter me, from the winds of the storms as his loving Arms i felt have kept me from harm. when i was in despair i  could'nt hear him Calling out my name. but i know the lord's name is above every name, that name shall never ever change. so am looking Up now ,the clouds has finaly passed away, as my mom would say trouble don't last always. 

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

centrella’s Poems (9)

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Shelter from the storms 0
our last night 1
Be aware who you let into your life 2
pretenders 0
The storm is over now 0
rise from your broknness arise 0
to fallen soldier's 0
To my wounded soldiers 0
wake up warriors 0