I wrote this 17 years ago while trying to prepare myself for open heart surgery. My friend and I were both seriously ill. The third verse relates a literal experience we had while camping and fishing on Ontario's Georgian Bay. The whole area was buffeted by a tornado. But Peter and I were protected by a large halo of open starlit sky. We just kept singing as the storm wreaked havoc all around us. We didn't even get wet.
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