Poem for Moore, Oklahoma

Monday, May 20
A day that started just fine
Then shortly before three o'clock
Sirens began to whine

Before they knew it
A tornado touched down
And with high-powered winds
Started plowing through town

For forty long minutes
It twisted and tore
'Til most buildings in town
Were rendered no more

When the dust had settled
And the sky had cleared
People emerged from their shelter
And all were saddened to hear

Of 24 lives
Tragically snuffed out
377 more were injured
As the twister carved its route

Despite all the damage
The whirlwind did commit
God's still in control
And can bring good out of it

God, please be with
Those left behind
Give them strength to go on
Dry the tears that they cry

Help us to know
That You still reign
Even when we're faced
With sorrow and pain

Help us to remember
That all of Your plans
Are for our benefit
Our future is in Your hands

Wrap your arms around us
And we will know then
You'll love us forever
In Your Son's name, Amen

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