A Prayer for Texas Flood of Tears


                My heart is broken for our dear Texan dears

                                     Happy campers 

                             Then flash flood washed way 

                                      in earth's tears


                     Words escape me as I write my heart

            That grieves with you whose hearts are torn apart

             
                    The yellow rose of each precious soul

              A childhood dream was summer camp's goal 

                    And oh, the glorious Fourth of July

               Turned from delight to "Oh, Dear God, why?"

              
                     What words could I lend to each of you

                       I pray that God will see you through

                         In tears I reach across the miles 

                    That somehow God would gift you smiles

                        Of those who now in heaven's wake

                     Above the heartache's of sorrow's quake

                          Gaze in glorious wonder and awe

                       At Christ Himself and angels they saw

                       Far beyond earth's pain and deception

                       The safe Haven of Heaven's purest joy

                                          and elation


                      Father God, comfort dear Texas tonight

                               Give them heavenly visions

                                God, hold each soul tight

                      In Heavenly Father's sweet loving arms

                          Above sorrow and pain and earths 
       
                                   Flash flooding harms


                            Please hold them dear Father, 

                               All those mourning here

                            Give them comforting visions

                                Holy Spirit, draw near

              
                        Far above sorrow of valley and glen

                            Our prayers reach to heaven

                                    Again, and again

                              I pray Thee, send comfort

                                  In Your Name Lord                                 

                                            Amen
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Elliott Avatar
November 16, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Very beauteous and mournful poem for the victims of the tragic Texas flood, Bj. You give a voice to these poor departed children. It is heartbreaking. Thank you for penning it. Many of God’s blessings to you. ~
Dietrich Avatar
July 8, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Beautifully written. I have some suspicions about this whole thing. There is a lot of strange activity going on with cloud seeding and other manipulations of our weather. God help us all, but especially those poor souls in the flood.
Hind Avatar
July 8, 2025 at 11:01 AM
I heard about this on the news. It's so tragic and heartbreaking. And those kids were at camp! Just so sad. If anyone who lost someone there were to come across this poem, I am sure it would be a comfort.
Kendrick Avatar
July 8, 2025 at 6:54 AM
I agree so many lost and so many of them so young with happy anticipation for a fun time at camp and it ended in tragedy. One thing for sure it was not sent by God, caused by God or His Holy Angels. Every good and perfect gift is from above. Satan is the author of all things bad, evil and horrifying. Thanks for you sharing your nice thoughts about this happening. Sara K
Legros Kelley Avatar
July 8, 2025 at 7:05 AM
I agree Sara. Satan and dark forces are certainly the culprits of death and confusion, coming to steal kill and destroy, that is for sure.
Wolf Avatar
July 7, 2025 at 8:28 PM
So heartfelt and delicately phrased, Bj. Bravo, gw
Legros Kelley Avatar
July 8, 2025 at 7:03 AM
Thank you Gershon.
Rodrigues Avatar
July 7, 2025 at 4:51 PM
The yellow rose of each precious soul…along with a beautiful prayer from such a tragedy…tears…my poem is “bad news on t v” A wonderful bird outside my house to contrast with this horrible news.
Legros Kelley Avatar
July 7, 2025 at 5:01 PM
Yes, horrible news. I will not hold back my tears for them as I pray. I will come over and see your poem Kim, hugs to you sweet sister <3
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