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In this calm before the storm, how could we know As the rolling trombone notes began to flow And laughter rose like flighty chorus lines? How darkly, now, our memory defines

That scarce is laughter once the dark descends The trouble is that no one comprehends How veritably the fear destroys the hope As water coils its smooth and deadly rope

How compact is a mother's world until Her loudly beating heart becomes quite still An extra blessing fills her with delight She gasps, afraid it's just a trick of light

Then, children gather 'round and through her tears She knows that God responded to her fears He kept them safe and brought them to her side Her heart is full and tears of joy are cried