The fires blazed as though in one swift breath, And fiery storms raged wild across the land. All fled away, seeking their rescue from death, While some ascended to heaven's strand...
The cities burned, the villages, the souls... The sky grew dark with terror's awful shroud. Where could they run? None grasped the whole, Yet knew—they would not return home, ever proud...
As if the depths of hell had come to stay, It seemed the end would never come to pass. The elements descended with such sway! Clearly—by the Creator's allowance vast.
Prayers and curses rose up to the air, Each soul revealed what filled it to the brim. Yet all desired the comfort of some care, From one who'd help them—hold them to the hymn...
With anguish and with pain they cried to heaven: Forgive us, God, and send us rain, we pray!!! And even those whose faith had long uneven, Hoped still that He might turn this dark day's way.
A week passed by, and then another came... Still nothing—not a drop could they perceive... Six months of drought, and prayer lost its flame, For many hearts grew weary to believe...
Yet some continued faithful in their prayers, Begging forgiveness for their grievous sin. Forgive us, Father, end Your righteous stares, Let mercy triumph over judgment's din...
A miracle occurred—the Heavens heard! Those faithful souls who gave Him their whole heart. With mercy's gift, the rains descended stirred, And gratitude rose up from every part...
