Well springs of strength
And there was this fiery storm
That swept away all as suspected
The darkness that nearly consumed all
Then gave way to a fresh beaten path
Though none was in sight
And the path remained lonesome
The wellsprings opened and cleared
And showed the depths
That would have remained clogged.
The storm looked every way
The cleansing red that He shed long ago
And divided time in two
Long back at the crib
He did smile and smile
That banked the well springs
For this one big storm to bless the meek
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