The lightning strikes and the thunder roars, if there was ever a time then let it be now, who ever said life was easy, it always gets worse before it gets better, the clock strikes noon, and there's no way to see, your surrounded by darkness, no shed of light around.
Inside you hear this still small voice, it comes with wisdom, and it comes with peace, it conquers fear, and your strivings ceased. Be not afraid my child, for I will protect you.
And now you feel this remnant peace, the thunder stops, and lightning leaves, and in the sky you see the light, it rips the clouds, and demolishes the darkness, this light is bright, the darkness trembles, it runs in fear, from the one who saved.
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