“Finding peace through disaster, disease and the chaos of political upheaval knowing God is sovereign”

Amidst the thunder of a world unmade—  
Cities tremble, headlines break and bleed,  
Storms of fever, daylight half-decayed,  
And every shouted promise now a weed—  
I wander, heart adrift from shore to shore,  
While pillars topple, old revered remains  
Are dust, and bitter winds invade the door  
Where once sat peace, now only loss and stains.  

Yet through this maelstrom, softly, small and sure,  
A whisper deeper than the quake’s decree—  
A hand that’s scarred but sovereign, holding pure,  
An ancient rhythm rousing hope in me.  
For all the world’s unraveling, I find  
An Eye that spans the chaos—clear and kind.  

Disease may fell the mighty to their knees,  
And distant powers clamor for the crown;  
Still, He who charts the orbits, calls the seas,  
Sees every fragile city battling down.  
He numbers tears, rebuilds with breath and bone,  
Turns funeral fields to gardens, loss to song;  
With gentle might He claims us as His own,  
And rights at last what long has wept so wrong.  

So though the darkness shivers through the land,  
And nations crumble, fever rages on,  
Within the hush, I find a steadfast hand—  
God over chaos, dawn before the dawn.  
No evil turns His purpose or His face;  
Beneath the storm, His sovereignty is peace.

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