The earth unleashed her fury when she fractured from her core,
Released enough bound energy to shake her dusty floor.
As she calmed all steadied then paused to look around,
What was left perplexed the world, crushing devastation unbound.
The schoolhouse had fallen and trapped the son beneath,
Mother yearned to rescue but cement had trapped her feet.
Baby cried out in anguish as his momma lay there still,
Daddy worked in the hotel, now twelve feet of concrete hill.
Party for her twelfth birthday, family…friends oh what a thrill,
Now all piled in massive graves, a strange and bitter pill.
We looked up to the heavens; cried out to God in vain,
Where are you in all of this? Our faith did quickly wane.
Your eye is on the sparrow, that’s what you said in grace,
Now the meek suffer unjustly but you’ve turned your mighty face.
Hopelessness consumed us and I accept He won’t be found,
Then took notice of a stranger claw his brother from the ground.
I began to lift my head, though my purpose I did lose,
And witnessed the old man give the barefoot boy his shoes.
The land of the free ushered her brave to this foreign land,
A makeshift white doctor held tight the small brown orphaned hand.
I slowly stopped my weeping and I took notice of what was there,
He wasn’t in the heavens but He showed up everywhere.
He called up all his friends to raise money for relief,
He gathered all the nations forgetting His current grief.
He answered each and every phone ring as she waited for the call,
He signed up to adopt the orphan found beneath the crumbled wall.
He piloted the helicopter above the crowded sky,
He held the mother closely as she bellowed, ‘My God Why’.
He rushed with food and water, all He possessed to His name,
He clawed tirelessly through the rubble never placing blame.
He couldn’t lay down His microphone to take a moments rest,
Eager to tell the story despite the smell of rotting flesh.
Just then I thought I felt Him and fell to my knees to pray,
I rose up inspired and gave to the charity set up today.
So if you’re feeling lonely; in him you just can’t trust,
Get up get busy helping cause God works best through us.
As for my broken brother he’ll be hurting a long, long time,
God wants to use my arm to hold him up, and by me that’s just fine.

Praying for Haitians.

How can we help with getting antibiotics to the people, this would prevent some amputations?

How can we help getting drinking water to them?

Are these the main three things we need more of?:

1. Antibiotics.

2. Sewage/waste management.

3. Drinking water.

How can we help more, how can we make this happen?

Thank you.

Thank you for caring and giving to Habitat Haiti chapter.