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A Promise in a Storm
Waiting on a storm,
looking at the sky.
Love to watch it build,
like music to the eye.
The wind starts to blow.
Clouds whirl all around.
Thunder begins to roll,
as lightning hits the ground.
The wind begins to die.
The roar becomes a hush.
The clouds paint the sky
with the touch of an artist's brush.
This beautiful portrait--
a painting in its making,
for no one to look,
would be so heartbreaking.
He brushes many colors,
a sign so you will know
this promise He makes clear
with the showing of the rainbow.
©2001 Copyright The White Crow Group
©2001 Copyright Tony Cook/Vivian Langston
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Birds of Paradise
I saw a beautiful bird today,
along the ocean bay.
Red, white, blue, and green--
the most beautiful bird I've ever seen.
If I had wings instead of hands,
I would never see much land--
soaring through the bright blue skies,
seeing birds of paradise.
Far away to distant shores
I'd fly 'til time was no more.
I would kiss the ocean tide;
on God's breezes I would glide.
Sailing over bright blue skies,
I saw the birds of paradise.
Red, blue, green and white--
they were indeed a beautiful sight.
©2001 Copyright The White Crow Group
©2001 Copyright Tabitha Langston/Megan Loper
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