by Lucy M. Young
Gloria, a very dangerous hurricane, is moving up the coast,
Leaving panic and widespread destruction in her path.
It is so quiet here -
The night is calm, no breeze is stirring -
It's difficult to realize that only hours away this vicious
storm approaches,
Uprooting trees and flattening man-made structures.
Dear Lord, watch over us we pray.
Protect the birds and all Your little creatures.
Keep safe their homes and ours;
And just as You controlled the wind and waves on Galilee,
So, Lord, control the fierceness of this storm.
Alter her course and send her screaming out to sea
Away from land and people.
Let her vent her rage upon the open ocean
Where nothing no one can be harmed;
And soothe her mindless fury with Your quiet voice.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 