Travail of the Times, may show us a very dangerous year this year. Please be Right with Jesus.
By Arley Steinhour 042911
Where oh where does a family go,
We used to live right here;
Till the storm came in to blow,
And we quickly lost our cheer.
Thank you God, for your protection,
Without it, we'd be lost;
In the piles of rubble here,
Our lives, the final cost.
You allow, what we endure,
To make us stronger in you;
That our faith be Petra Sure,
And Eternal Reward, so True.
The 'things' that flew away that day,
Can, if needed, we'll replace;
Possession Dross, also flew away,
Without that, we'll have more space.
So, please, dear God, remember our need,
As we start the road of recovery;
Like a garden, we must clean and re-seed,
Better, deeper, loving Faith, devoid of greed.
Help the neighbor, as much as we are able,
Blessing others, more than self;
When we find it, set the dinner table,
With Love, the first thing on shelf.
Praying, as we're working hard,
To let you know we understand;
So we can have a God Filled yard,
And best neighbors in the land.
Please bless us Father, one and all,
As You see us through these tragedies;
Each day, before we hear sleeps call,
May you find us on our knees.