Hope in the midst of Grief

                     Hope in the midst of Grief
By Martha Bomar

This was a poem that our Pastor read as part of the 4 of July service at church today. I thought that you might just enjoy it.

         In the midst of a world filled heartache and pain,
        Where violence and crime may strike anytime, anywhere,
        Many people are filled with despair.
        Massive buildings burned to ashes, nothing left but a heap
        of rubble and ashes several stories deep.
        Thousands are lost, hundreds seek in vain, but only the
        Ashes of those lives could remain.

         Where was God when this happens? Didn’t He even care?
         How could He allow this? It doesn’t seem fair.
         Where was His mercy in this tragic event?
         Can He hear our heart’s cry, our fearful lament?

                         Then with pain in His voice:
          “My child, I was absent because that was your choice.
          You wanted me out of your Government and schools;
          You claimed My commandments were only for fools.

           You’ve become your own idol, self- sufficient and proud;
            Refused to let students speak my son’s name out loud.
           “You ask, Where was God?”…but am I to blame,
           When only in cursing you called out my name?

           America, America, I’ve blessed you and yet, in times of                      
           Prosperity you seem to forget.

           You’ve made a mockery of my mercy and grace,
           rejected My son, Even laughed in his face.



           Humble yourselves seek My face, and pray;
           Turn from your wickedness and walk my way,
           then I will hear, and I will heal your land.
           Once again My protection will cover your land.

           Spiritual darkness increases, but hope is not lost;
           To save you and protect you, My son paid the cost.

            Oh America, America, return unto me,
            I am the only hope in the mist of your grief.
            Look up America, your redemption draws near.
            Soon, in the clouds, our Savior will appear.

            Then together with those who have passed on before,
            We’ll join Him in the clouds, to live forevermore.