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STRUCK BY LIGHTNING
"I WAS STRUCK BY LIGHTNING"
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I once was struck by lightning , with only awe of course,
although it was quite frightning, I received no direct force.
The Lord was watching over me as if it were by chance,
I planted a little willow tree when it was just a branch.
Now this special tree will play a role in my true story tale;
where actions go unfolding in a dreadful storming gale!
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Below here I begin what I hope ne'er comes again,
a power of destruction in it's breath,
a storm that puffs and blows like a thing God only knows,
and sometimes with the jaws of death.
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So, I'm at my window staring... at the dark clouds coming fast;
the skies were black and glaring as soot does in the ash.
My children had gone fishing when the mid-day sun was bright,
now I, in frightful wishing that they will be alright.
The storm came nearer, nearer, as lightning lit the day,
and thunder bolts drew clearer as they rumbled on my way.
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And then I heard my boys with footsteps down the hall,
in happy face and voice for they out-ran the squall.
They dashed in with much hurry and now we all are safe,
but wait a second, are we? for I found myself agape!
For standing at the window I could see it each and all,
and felt the mighty tremor that rattled every wall.
And the blast that shook the building, just numbed me to the core,
a force of light came wielding an awesome, dreadful roar!
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From my viewpoint I was seeing through a maze of haze and rain,
the phone-pole that was seething from a lightning bolt that came.
Atop that treated pole sits a huge electric box,
that transforms all it holds but now explodes in shock!
A mighty force had entered a "bulls eye" in it's aim,
and the source completely rendered a high humongous flame.
And above that torrid stroke, came a ball of jet-black smoke,
erupting like a cannon shot it's wad,
that soared up overhead like an A-Bomb does instead,
that showed the mighty wrath of God!
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And I saw the lightning streaks, like that the dragons make,
but giganic at their peeks with destruction in their wake.
they seem to seek each other out to wrinkle and entwine;
circle 'round and hove about with glitter, sparks and shine.
And stringers that are finger-like that slither in and out,
like phosphorus glaze in ocean waves, they twinkled all about.
And oh, so very fast were they with colors that they passed,
a monumental moment gave a moment that will last!
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Then bands of brilliant lights unfold that turned from blue to white,
and as they wiggled down the pole, intensified my fright.
Then came some strands of red and gold, and back to white and gray,
and when they reached the ground they came...heading where we stay!
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Now, here I must confess, I believed we're put to test,
just place your trust in God,and He will do the rest.
so I will shout without a doubt, we're thankful as can be;
for I know it was God's plan to save my family,
'cause in that path of peril grew a single little tree,
that took the blow and stopped the flow of fire that came at me.
'Twas about one hundred feet where the awful blast occurred,
and just across the street from the window where I stood.
And can't you stop and wonder just how powerful that was,
it surely made me ponder about the work God does.
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And it only took a minute for this fire-storm to abate
but it will last a lifetime for my memory to relate.
For I will not forget and we're happy as can be;
our lives were surely spared by a weeping willow tree!
William E. Hardison (c)
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