They Can't Take Much More

M Marilyn Lott Marilyn Lott
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The killings... the fires Folks can't take much more Lost loved ones and homes They feel right at hell's door. I saw a woman on the news She said, "Do not pray for me" She was angry and broken and said, "Remove guns, it makes sense, you see." We have to do something And if we love God, we truly must Say prayers for these people For God is who many of us trust. Sending money always helps Or offer our homes if we can Such loss we can't imagine Loss of lives on flaming land. So many of brave firefighters The fires they have fought As the wind makes it worse So exhausted that they drop. For me, I must ask God To help them plan a new start I simply cannot imagine It just breaks my heart.

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