Easy wind
Gentle breeze
The likes of which
Sent me to my knees
Heavy heart
Hands entwined
Penitent
The weary mind
Whispered words
Silent sighs
Pushes back
Turbulent skies
The One who loves
No fear will bring
And dry all tears
Merciful King
Arms are raised
Humble praise
-mja
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