Hannah Galactic
BEULAH
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1 min readNov 21, 2020

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A poem is meant to be heard.

You will want to rotate your phone.

The Winds of Life

A Poem, A Battle

Never seen, but oh so felt
A soft caress, a violent storm
Meld together in this thing called life

Dear God, touch me with a soft touch
My King, let me delight in your breath

Winds coming and going in the midst of a life full of stuff
O Jesus my savior is with me always

My King, touch me with a gentle touch and never let me go

You are with me! You are with me! You are with me!
I beg you to stay, even as I know you always do

Bu the violent winds of life!
They steal my breath
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Where is the soft touch of your breath?

You are with me! You are with me…
Windswept though I am, You are with me.

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Hannah Galactic
BEULAH
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