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I Hear the Trumpet Through the Storm

I hear a sound; it sounds like a trumpet playing through a storm. A storm that has been passing for days and weeks. I'm alone and no one to turn to for help. I remember my prays that I were taught when I were a child, to call upon Jesus' name for help and guidance through troubled times; it is. his sound that I hear, the trumpet through the storm, letting me know. that help is on its way.

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