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After S-T-O-R-M
things return to W-A-R-M
After rain, hail, sleet and S-N-O-W
and after the cold freezing icy winds blow bow and B-L-O-W
The S-U-N-S-H-I-N-E
Comes, out bright beaming BEAUTIFUL , making everything perfectly sunny bright with delight and just F-I-N-E
The storm will come to P-A-S-S
bad sad, hard times, can not forever endure and L-A-S-T
The suns gonna again come out and S-H-I-N-E
a new day, with the hope of sunlight, will fall in L-I-N-E
Keep looking to the HEAVENS for your BLESSEDLY. R-A-I-N-B-O-W
we just never know what BLESSINGS shall be bestowed to us any time storm rain or shine--you--never--K-N-O-W
BLESSINGS, won't always come with perfect sun so warm and B-R-I-G-H-T
sometimes the greatest BLESSINGS come to us in deep dark disquise with dark dreary devastating dark skies with storm sleet, rain ice and freezing snow, in our darkest saddest lowest times with little hope, at N-I-G-H-T
During even the most devastating depressing lows and F-A-I-L-U-R-E-S
you just never know what GREATNESS , from your lowness that may spring up C-H-A-M-P-I-O-N. blossum bloom and BEAUTIFULLY thrive, survive, and E-N-D-U-R-E-S
By John d jungers
21st of January 20189
things return to W-A-R-M
After rain, hail, sleet and S-N-O-W
and after the cold freezing icy winds blow bow and B-L-O-W
The S-U-N-S-H-I-N-E
Comes, out bright beaming BEAUTIFUL , making everything perfectly sunny bright with delight and just F-I-N-E
The storm will come to P-A-S-S
bad sad, hard times, can not forever endure and L-A-S-T
The suns gonna again come out and S-H-I-N-E
a new day, with the hope of sunlight, will fall in L-I-N-E
Keep looking to the HEAVENS for your BLESSEDLY. R-A-I-N-B-O-W
we just never know what BLESSINGS shall be bestowed to us any time storm rain or shine--you--never--K-N-O-W
BLESSINGS, won't always come with perfect sun so warm and B-R-I-G-H-T
sometimes the greatest BLESSINGS come to us in deep dark disquise with dark dreary devastating dark skies with storm sleet, rain ice and freezing snow, in our darkest saddest lowest times with little hope, at N-I-G-H-T
During even the most devastating depressing lows and F-A-I-L-U-R-E-S
you just never know what GREATNESS , from your lowness that may spring up C-H-A-M-P-I-O-N. blossum bloom and BEAUTIFULLY thrive, survive, and E-N-D-U-R-E-S
By John d jungers
21st of January 20189
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