His Promise
The storm crosses the land, Sweeping all before it like a hand, Pulling and tearing, making its claim, Followed by God's healing rain. Then a prism of sunlight unfolds, An ancient promise, now retold, God"s promise to Noah, long ago, Is set in the heavens as a rainbow, It's also his promise to you and me, That on this earth some darkness will be, But, his promise is, he'll make it right, Pushing out the darkness with his light, All changes come from heaven above, In the cleansing power of Christ's blood. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 01:11 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 13
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"The storm crosses the land,..."