I see the wreckage
The empty fields
It’s been a year
Yet still it’s near
That violent wind
Twisting through town
Cutting the strong woods to the ground
I see the barren plot of land
Where once the old brick church did stand
Gone now
But I know it’s alive
In the hearts and souls that did survive
For a church is not a building
Neither a town what’s built around
But the people living
Breathing
Changing
Their heartbeat is it’s sound
Their echo is eternal
Forever is the soul
So let us not forget
That hope is our goal
It cannot be erased
By an angry twister’s raging face
For we have an eternal Resting Place
Free from sorrow
Free from storm
Happy
Safe
Blest
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