Lord your Mighty

The suffering has come so swift,

as our realities switch.

Things which once was familiar,

are now new.

And who knew such an event

would transpire?

What luck we have

 such travesty is birthed at what hour?

Yet afraid we are not

for we know of him who

has power!

Water’s rose and turned red.

He even can number

the hairs on our heads.

For he that is mighty

can surely restore.

For he that is mighty

is Christ my Lord!