A pile of rubble, where once stood a home
A church or business, now it’s all gone
Burnt to the ground by youth filled with hate
They had long waited for the this very date.
A father stands dazed. Al he worked for is gone
A child looks longingly, “Mama, where is our house?”
The mother concerned about how she might feed
Her family with nothing, in this great time of need
The pots and pans gone, books, clothing and food,
Furniture, wedding gifts, walls that once stood
Everything ransacked, completely destroyed
By many angry youth whom the Evil one employed
In just a few hours, everything was taken
People, to the very core of their beings, were shaken
No pity on women nor elderly nor children
Utter destruction was the mission attackers were given
And they carried it out well, all according to plan
With no conscience “obliterate all that you can”
Someday each one will have to give an account
to the very God Almighty of whom they shout
Ashes. Rubble. Broken things on the ground
Yet in them there is beauty, a very quiet sound
Of revival awakening, of faith getting stronger
Of complacency weaning, of status quo no longer
Ashes. There are beautiful ashes indeed
Cleansing, renewing…Church: “Let us heed
the warning we’ve been given, it’s time to arise
proclaim Christ, salvation, His return in the skies.”
© Lukas Westevy
2015