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FACING THE STORM Whispering softly, the mother Bent over the crib to see That her babe was covered well; Relieved that he seemed to be. A strong gust of wind Blew open the window then - She hurried to close it tight And prayed for the storm to end! So fierce the storm outside! The lights flickered and went out - She heard a knocking at the door; Then went to see what it was about. Outside in the driving rain She saw her darling husband's face; "I had to make it home tonight, Almost didn't find this place." The storm had brought the river up And the bridge was washed away - He had made it across in time To see the big pine start to sway! A strong gust of wind Took the big pine down - The storm brought damage All around the town. Whispering a prayer of thanks She put her fears aside - They were facing the storm together And they had Heaven on their side!
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