The One Who’s Able
Disasters happen every day
To someone, somewhere in the world
A building burned, a huge house hurled
And smashed to smithereens like clay
A storm leaves all in disarray
Disasters can be big or small
An earthquake or a missed phone call
A thousand dead or burnt souffle
Sometimes disasters can be good
They often offer a fresh start
A better job or neighborhood
With that in mind you can take heart
And turn to God in earnest prayer
Depending on His loving care
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