Devine
Somewhere on that highest mountain he stands alone.
It is that moment of peace and calm, before the storm.
The time of fight is close, he knows it all will start too soon.
He prays to ease his roaring heart. The challenge is out on demand.
A wild twisting wind is moving up, thunder waits to force and roll
They call him grace of any heavens kind. He is the master of all Light.
