“Harried by a wild wicked wind” –Deb (Georgeplace),
Covered in Snow
But God
A wild wicked wind
Harasses my mind
Torturing, needling
Hurling pelting
sleet
Stormy clouds hover
Mocking my defeat
Piercing through my soul
Feeling rather beat
But God—that
great phrase!
Like a gardener
Planting a seedling
Shining His warm rays
Adds living water
Joy arrives and stays
The wild wind is beat
Becomes calm and sweet
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