Stormy Weather
 

 
A storm whispers in the falling rain
Crystal drops upon the window pane
The blowing wind echoes so insane
The dark clouds roll above in vain

A watchful eye meet the angry sky
There's a band of angels hear them cry
When those prayer bell rings I will fly
I want to be on God's list when I die

Rhythm sounds of thunder rose above
Over God's green earth in His great love
There's a great destiny for us thereof
As the birds take flight on wings of a dove

(c)Johanna Fields
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By Johanna Fields

© 2010 Johanna Fields (All rights reserved)

 

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