My Umbrella
(in memory of the sad passing of my atheist Dad)
The sun was hot, the wind hotter
but I clung to my umbrella.
Water was scarce, thirst filled my being
but I clung to my umbrella.
Death approached, but so did hope
but I clung to my umbrella.
The clouds thickened, water did spill
but I clung to my umbrella.
Dry I kept, as the storm did pass
but I clung to my umbrella.
In the desert I died, my fist in resist
as I clung to my umbrella.
Hebrews 3:8 CSB
[8] do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion, on the day of testing in the wilderness,
(in memory of the sad passing of my atheist Dad)
The sun was hot, the wind hotter
but I clung to my umbrella.
Water was scarce, thirst filled my being
but I clung to my umbrella.
Death approached, but so did hope
but I clung to my umbrella.
The clouds thickened, water did spill
but I clung to my umbrella.
Dry I kept, as the storm did pass
but I clung to my umbrella.
In the desert I died, my fist in resist
as I clung to my umbrella.
Hebrews 3:8 CSB
[8] do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion, on the day of testing in the wilderness,
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