Praise God! Praise Him in his sanctuary! Praise him in his mighty heavens! Praise him for his acts of power! Praise him for his surpassing greatness!
I am filled with excitement when I look at the situation in Haiti. After the 7.0 and 6.0 earthquake and aftershock, the situation truly has been dire (that’s not why I’m excited). International aid has come in to help provide water and food, as well as medical aid. The United Nations and various countries have donated innumerable resources, money and doctors and other international aid workers.
It’s obvious that this has been a tragedy for hundreds of thousands of families, but I stand amazed at the good work God is doing. International aid is being used to create infrastructure that hasn’t ever been there. Hundreds of children are coming home to America through visas that make the financial burden less on their families. Churches grow together in support of Haiti.
Could you have imagined that this would come out of such tragedy? God did. Isn’t our God a wonderful God?
I’d like to leave you with a closing thought, a poem that I wrote upon the initial earthquake. I hope you enjoy the perspective:
Dust
It stung my eyes cough cough
The sky is opened above me
Where is the house
I’m confused
Gasping clutching Mother- mother -
Scream
The pigs move past the women scream
We cry out
There is blood on my dress
There is bile on the stones
Fear
How could this be?
Where are you, God?
So far away, what can I do
What can I do
What can I do?
Hundred miles pass in blue
Between you and I
My arms are aching
Aching to hold you.
Cursing the sun cursing
The light handling what I can
No more house no more sky
No sky just dust
I can’t breathe can’t cry can’t speak
I hate you where are you when I need you
Why aren’t you here for me why didn’t you stop this
Why weren’t your hands there to cradle me
God o God o God I can’t feel you
Then where are you
Praising the Son praising
The Light and truth
The Shepherd was there, he cradled the lambs
I can’t feel him, and his staff pains me
I just want to cry, I have no praise in my heart
But in my soul, maybe, in my spirit
I can find a wailing voice
Even if I have no words, I praise you
You were there, when I couldn’t be
Hold her
Rock her to sleep
Tousle her hair
Sing over her:
Blessed be your name when I’m found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed be your name.
I will sing, I will shout
Burning sun blistering water
Tears in my eyes
Blood in my hair
Over me
Blessed be your name when I’m found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed be your name.
Your name is a strong and might tower
It did not collapse when the earth shook
I run to the tower I ascend
The stairs cavernously
Nothing can shake you nothing
I am safe here
I feel your arms around me
I know your name
You are here
Blessed be your name.
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