Thursday, February 6, 2020

The Hill Rose Up


The hill rose up above me
a tidal wave of trees
and came crashing down
an avalanche of leaves

I was nearly drownded
I could scarcely breathe
it left me deeply humbled
it brought me to my knees

So, clinging to a great oak
I waited for relief
I prayed I might reach the crest
Lord, help my unbelief
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