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Sirens wail
plaintive in the night.
Red lights dance,
right left, left right.
Rescue blades whir
round 'n round.
Triage hearts race to
hit the ground.
Creepers break news,
both thick and thin.
Talking heads squawk:
"This just in."
Worlds removed, so far away...
What's a true warrior supposed
to do?
When you pray,
said God's own son:
"Our Father...
Thy Will be done."*
Matthew 6:5-8, 9-13
*It's not for lack of concern
for those
in distress, but for remembering
that
God knows what's going on
and has it
fully under His control.
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