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Whence Comes the Storm

Whence comes the storm,
I know not;
Whence comes my help,
I see.
Where circumstances overtake,
You overcome
The circumstance for me.

 

Mine eyes, I lift unto the hills;
My help is close at hand.
On my knees, in prayer, I seek
The way in which to stand.

 

                                              A.D.W.

March 2007