The storms come more quickly now
Crashing and flashing
Blinding my eyes to the glory of the sun
The precipice beckons me
Deeper and darker
Blinding my heart to the Glory of the Son
The seas rage, and the mountains shudder, the desert sands blow
And I try to see, but I am blind
The waters calm, the meadows glisten, the skies clear
And my Vision returns...
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