As
a little boy I stood tall and proud
The
storms came, and they were loud –
But
the sun will always appear, and then
I
remember, it will happen again! . . .
As
a little boy I learned to be still,
And
feel the sun on the windowsill –
And
hear the whispers of God’s word:
“The
sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard!”
Yet
as I saw it, I’ll see it again,
Sin
and greed, in the hearts of men –
And
as long as I live, and all that I see,
It’s
only God that can set us all free!
Now
as an adult I stand tall and proud
The
storms will come, but not as loud!
Thomas
Theophilus© August 30, 2025
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