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A psalm I composed for class today…
Yours is the hand that passes with us through the chaos
Your arm stretches out to keep us safe.
The enemy uses tornadoes to spin life out of control
He throws down hailstones of doubt
and targets us with lightning bolts of discouragement
But your ark encompassed us;
You picked us up and carried us with the wind.
When the enemy attempted to dash our existence to the ground,
You prepared the gentle landing–
Setting us down below the will of the storm.
You thwarted the enemy’s plan;
You preserved our souls.
