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| This is my friend, Jeanne Kincaid Miller's house that burned down recently. |
When All we had is Lost
Facades are Stripped Away
The Ruins Pile around us
Harsh in the light of Day
The Shock is Overwhelming
The Spirit Reels, Hands Shake
As, Holding those still With us
Great Gratefulness we Take
Suddenly, People Show us
How much they Really Care
When Things are Gone completely
Find So Much More is There
The Father’s Arms surround us
True Friends amaze with Love
Where once we took our Comfort
Replaced from Heaven Above
The Things will come again
God knows our every Need
But what can’t be Replaced or Touched
Is every Thoughtful Deed
Our lives are Changed Forever
But everything is new
Life’s Unasked Chance to Start Again
Experienced by Few
Unwanted as it Is
Cataclysmic in its Sound
Yet, when All Things are surely Lost
All that is Real is Found
