Devastation
A response to tornadoes
One fine spring evening
The sun went dark
Along came the twister
To leave its mean mark
One minute the storm
The next minute the calm
Then came the angry
Dropped down like a bomb
We’d seen her a-coming
A harsh wind did stir
She came to our houses
And took everything with her
A noise like an angry train
That came beating us down
Rain, wind, rabble, and debris
In all this we drown
In fear we did hide
Low under the ground
Her harshness and anger
And black evil sound
When at last she did pass
We arose from our places
We saw the leveled homes
And tears stained our faces.
We thank God for His grace
Without any hesitation
His Grace still abounds
Though we’ve seen devastation
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