You've given us such exquisite things
Landscapes for us to travel
The seasons are so glorious
But sometimes they unravel.
The oceans blue but so precarious
Yes, sometimes things go wrong
Wind and rain we cannot explain
Oh please God, make us strong.
You gave us brains to handle things
Such as experts for what's in store
But Lord, sometimes they too need help
When a nightmare is washed ashore.
The wind, oh Lord I know it is good
For blowing seeds around
Starting up a forest green
Plant life on your fertile ground.
But it is out of hand, on America's land
Even though it will not stay
Lives lost, homes and property demolished
Please God, help the USA!
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