Birds were flying,without wing.
Rain was blasting painful stings.
We stayed! We stayed! They said to run.
No belief on us would come.
How could this be,We can't get out!
Like Noahs time, Would only doubt.
We're dead We're hurt, We're scared and torn!
From all we had! To total morn.
We look to God,What else to do?
No one here, To see us through!
Every race, And every creed,
Crying out! In such great need.
Trudging on, They no not where.
Hoping and Praying the world will care.

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