Do you consider safety, or your health,
A sign from me?
I am not awed by might, nor struck by wealth,
Or poverty.
O, I am struck! And crushed. Buried, I wince,
And dying, pray,
A sympathetic Priest in Port-au-Prince,
Even today.
But there, in those United States the boot
Is on my face.
“Saul, Saul,” I ask, “Why do you persecute
And not embrace?”
Your King, I lift my arms to you in peace
And patient grief;
And summon now to Haiti enemies
For my relief.
Beautiful. Although there are no words to pacify such a tragedy that happened in Haiti, I still believe that God is good and He is always in control. We can't even begin to fathom the surface of the glory He is to reveal to us. Let's keep the people of Haiti in prayer and not forget how blessed we are to be so privileged, safe, and comfortable in these times of chaos among the rest of the world.
