Real Encounter with God

They say when it rains it pours and where there’s thunder, there’s a storm.

So be thankful for the power and courage to return to the norm.

Forever second-guessing and my mind was always torn,

seemingly lost like in October’s adventure through a maze of corn.

Asking: what is the purpose? What for? Why was I born?

Private thoughts exposed, shining lights on me lorn.

His face then beamed through and he sworn,

That the clouds were claiming my old ways. I mourned.

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