There is always peace that follows the storm
No matter how strong blows the gale
Stout ships can survive though tattered 

And worn a stout heart will always prevail.

So life sometimes caught in the waves of 

Despair Tossed aimless, lost through the night
First lifted up, fresh, so high in the air
Then dashed down deep, way out of sight.

The Still Voice of Calm speaks out of the blast
In the mad rush, Life passing by
"Fear not", Fate's final dice still are not cast
Just believe, you still have a try.

After the tossing the swell will subside
The sea's passion spent in the blast
You're safe from the fury of doubt's wild ride
In the turbulent seas of the past.

There is always calm that follows the storm
No matter the source of the gale
A strong heart survives though tattered

And worn and God's Love will 

always prevail.

©
Adriaan

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