When the storm is over
And the winds cease to blow,
We look for the damage
For there is plenty, we know.
Rooftops are blown away,
Trees lay on the ground.
Windows are shattered
And debris, scattered all around.
We then count our blessings
Because we are safe and sound,
Still - we witnessed His power
While the storms raged around.
Sometimes, we need to be reminded
Who is really in control,
And - I think it’s His way
Of letting, all of us know.
Mintie Lue Butler … 7-26-2006
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