- Jan 30, 2001
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Great storm from the Gulf
Let your rage subside
Be your winds calm
Make low your tide
Your strength seems wicked
You are unforgiving
You are hard and tough
The land has yielded
It has had enough
You have made your point
Yet you want to do more
Nothing can withstand you
Not the money of the rich
Not the cries of the poor
Great storm
You've become the darkside of nature
Attacking from behind skies colored gray
Relentless rain your calling card
As flood levels rise with each storm-filled day
But you and I both know
Your destructive tenure will be short-lived
For the power you so readily display
Is a power not your
Ther power is his
And in his time
And through his will
You'll be exposed as a puppet
You great storm
Will soon be still
BE
(c) 2000
Let your rage subside
Be your winds calm
Make low your tide
Your strength seems wicked
You are unforgiving
You are hard and tough
The land has yielded
It has had enough
You have made your point
Yet you want to do more
Nothing can withstand you
Not the money of the rich
Not the cries of the poor
Great storm
You've become the darkside of nature
Attacking from behind skies colored gray
Relentless rain your calling card
As flood levels rise with each storm-filled day
But you and I both know
Your destructive tenure will be short-lived
For the power you so readily display
Is a power not your
Ther power is his
And in his time
And through his will
You'll be exposed as a puppet
You great storm
Will soon be still
BE
(c) 2000
