Praying for Irma
He could’ve made us giants,
With all the strength and pluck
To uproot trees with pinkies
And mountains by the hunk
Yes, He could have made us giants
Formidable and wild
To take those chunky mountains
Like candy from a child
He could have given us strength
For seismic-level tantrums
So when we pounded our fists down
The world would go BA-DUM
But God made us tiny people
Dwarfed by the world we see
And though we’re not much in ourselves,
He thought the world of you and me
Giving us an extra measure
of this stuff we cannot see
This powerful, invisible FAITH
Just ripe for mountain hurling!
Of course we are no giants
God had a better plan
He wants us to rely on Him,
And watch those mountains SPLAT!
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