A hurricane is brewing
We’ve heard those words before
As Rita takes her vengeance
Upon the Texas shore.

Katrina was a monster
Took lives along the way
New Orleans, bright and shiny
Has now been swept away.

From the gulf of Mississippi
Where the river runs along
To the lone star state of Texas
Rita’s big and growing strong

She’s filled with wrath and fury
Like no other, gone before
She slowly points her finger
Upon the Texas shore.

So many going inland
One must evacuate
To seek a waiting shelter
Before it is too late.

I still do often wonder
If God from up above
Is seeking our attention
When pushing comes to shove.

Perhaps we did not listen
Perhaps we did not care
Perhaps He did not hear us
Perhaps He did not dare

For God in all His glory
Sees His children gone astray
Yearns for our attention
We choose to walk away.

Could it be that God is restless
As He swings His mighty rod
It’s not the storm that chastens
But the mighty hand of God.



©2005  Marilyn Ferguson
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