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who would have known
that the fire this time
would be so dreadfully blown—
consuming yours and mine…
but no matter the cost
precious memories are never lost,
we yet live and god remains the boss—
like the eagle he has stirred the nest
and our soul’s spirit survived the test:
weep not for us—for in his mercy, we trust
and in time we shall build again
our god is not the blame…
that old devil will be shamed—
for on the other side of hope
waiting redemptions remain:
bringing new ways for us to cope.
