The Lord and Oklahomans

When you have no refuge,
     The Lord is your refuge
     And Oklahomans open their dorms, churches, hotels, and homes.

When you have no water,
     The Lord is the living water
     And Oklahomans build a mountain of bottled water.

When you have no hope,
     The Lord is your hope
     And Oklahomans bring blankets, hugs, miracles and boundless energy.

When you have no strength,
     The Lord is your strength
     And Oklahomans bring forklifts and strong arms and energy bars and sixteen hour days.

When you have no power,
     The Lord gives you power to become children of God
     And Oklahomans and Texans and Missourians and Arkansans and ask the rest bring utility trucks,
     And generators hum in the rubble throughout the night, dispelling the darkness.

When all is taken away,
     The Lord is your provider
     And Oklahomans break piggy banks and donate their vacations and share their showers, shelter, and southern hospitality.

When you're mad at what has happened,
     Scream and yell and pound God on the chest,
     Because the Lord hears the cry of the brokenhearted and his ears are open to your prayers,
     And Oklahomans who don't know what else to give will have a prayer for you and a shoulder to cry on.

When you've lost your beloved,
     The Lord weeps with those who mourn
     And Oklahoma does too.

    Oklahoma, tornado, Moore, disaster, May 20, 2013