The road ahead was glistening
Like diamonds in the sun
A climax to the christening
The tempest had begun
The fury of the thunder
And the purity of rain
Should be a cause for wonder
But some still voice disdain
At every storm’s upending
I guess they’ve never seen
The need for proper cleansing
Or redemption’s holy sheen.
Are You Reading Me?
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