Heav’nly Storms

Shake the dust from your feet.
Turn from those who have spurned.
Life is not obsolete
Nor a thing to be earned.
Rejoice in the Father;
Dance and sing for your King.
Take the arm of your brother;
Let the praises take wing.
Come, let us smile a little.
Let us prepare our hearts.
Let not our bones be brittle -
Our work by fits and starts.
Gaze up into the heav’nly storm,
And let the Pow’r of God transform.

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Notes

Only the Prelude section of the video (About three and a half minutes) is what inspired this sonnet. The vocal piece does, however, reflect on the spirit of the Resurrection, which is what the poem anticipates.