Amidst a great torrential furious windy strife
Decimated in the storm, few remain today
Gazing at the hardy blossoms, I begin to pray
May I, like these blossoms, persist within Thy grace
Though the worldly storms beg distraction from Thy face
Waiting for the coming (as you did entreat)
Calmly, peacefully, and prayerfully for the Holy Paraclete
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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