His Mighty Hand New Orleans His Mighty Hand Don't be so quick to blame God for something He did not do. He allowed Satan to destroy things but not lay a hand on you. I think He got our attention for how long I cannot say, For we will start to build anew and just go along our way. Your might and power are awesome, Lord, for when we look at what is left, We are humbled at Your Majesty and thankful You hid us in the cleft. What are you saying, Lord, to us, what battle was fought here? When we see the destruction of what was dear, our heart is filled with tears. Is this how You feel, Lord, when we so heedlessly destroy That which You have entrusted to us to love and to enjoy? Please forgive us, Lord, for taking our eyes off of You. In this world, You are what matters. I'm so happy I have You! © 2004 Karen Langford Brown Back to Poems Front Page Site constructed, illustrated and managed by Liz Vose Vose Arts and Crafts, Berwick, Maine gardeningartist@comcast.net