At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the cloud and the towers by, Is a place of central calm So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of Gods Palm.
At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the cloud and the towers by, Is a place of central calm So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of Gods Palm.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories