Toxic Gumbo by Raymond A. Foss
I see the pain on their face The water all over the place It is terrible to see I ache inside of me
Far north from their plight I hope they all can take flight To escape the pain they feel And know our prayers for them are real
We know You can touch their lives To make sense of their devastation and loss So watch over them all we pray And hold them close to You each day
Dear Lord, hear this plea That they can be free Of the loss they know so well In that toxic gumbo of hell
September 1, 2005 8:27
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