There will be storms, child
There will be storms
And with each tempest
You will seem to stand alone
Against cruel winds
But with time, the rage and fury
Shall subside
And when the sky clears
You will find yourself
Clinging to someone
You would have never known
But for storms.
There will be storms
And with each tempest
You will seem to stand alone
Against cruel winds
But with time, the rage and fury
Shall subside
And when the sky clears
You will find yourself
Clinging to someone
You would have never known
But for storms.
Poem: Storms
If I were to say, “God, why me?” about the bad things, then I should have said, “God, why me?” about the good things that happened in my life.
[Leo responds by telling a story about] a guy who’s walking down the street when he falls into a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t escape. A doctor walks by and the guy asks him for help. The doctor writes a prescription and throws it down and leaves. A priest passes by and the guy asks him for help. The priest scribbles out a prayer, tosses it down and walks away. Then one of the guy’s friends walks by and the guy asks him for help. The friend jumps down into the hole with the first guy. The first guy asks, “Are you stupid? Now we’re both down here!” The friend says, “Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.”
TV: West Wing