Her Father handed her over,
She was fine and had no fever.
He gave His assurance
that as long as she's in safe hands
"I'll give peace in the storm,
when its breezy, I'll give warmth.
When fire burns,
I'll be balm to its hurt."

He left and the earth quaked,
the storm raged.
The wind blew plagues
and the sun made our bone ache.
Fear knocked on the door,
looked like he could calm the storm.
Gladly, we opened and he pushed Faith out.
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