[Hurricane Katrina-2005]
But for the grace of God it could have been me. It could have been my eyes that saw the sea of destruction, saw people without hope, without an offering of resolution. It could have been me not wanting to leave needing to cleave to my things. It could have been me looting. At me, they could have been shooting; But, I, just like them, would have only been trying to see past my disbelief into the sunlight that normally brightens the dark night. It would have been my fight; But, for the grace of God.
But for the grace of God it could have been me. It could have been my ears that heard the cries of fear before each breath, the gasps before death. It could have been me being ignored no matter how loud I yelled, I would be unheard above the tumultuous claps of thunder; the breaking waves of wonder all too loud for anyone to hear me calling, wailing, wanting. This time, silence isn’t golden. My loved ones gone, stolen, But for the grace of God.
But for the grace of God it could have been me. It could have been my indecision that would place painful memories of lost vision in the darkness of daylight; No more daydreams, just night fright. Would I have held fast in my belief that the Father knows and He sees? Would I have remembered that my hope is built on nothing less and looked past the devastation to quiet rest? Could I, like many, have closed my eyes knowing that the morn would bring my heavenly prize? Oh, but for the grace of God it would have been me; But it wasn’t, It was you.