“God calling America to repent by sending tribulations through the use of fire, wind and water.”

When thunder walks atop the hills,  
And fire streaks across the night,  
The forests bend to secret wills,  
And tremble at the glancing light.  
The rivers, swollen, drag the land,  
And wind’s wild chorus, fierce and high,  
Unleash what gentle folk unplanned—  
A nation’s weeping, earth and sky.

Is there a Voice above the flame—  
Beyond the storm and surging flood—  
That weaves through all our fear and shame,  
A call that echoes in our blood?  
America, whose fields once gold  
With honest sweat and hopeful seed,  
Now tremble as the warnings told  
Arrive in tribulation’s need.

For not in wrath, but aching love,  
Does fire refine the sullied air.  
The wind and water, harsh, remove  
The heart’s pretense and pride laid bare.  
Repent, O land both vast and free,  
For mercy gleams through tempests spent.  
The stars look down, the cedars plea—  
Return, return, be penitent.

Let rivers wash the hardened stone  
Of selfishness and squandered grace.  
Let wind and wildfire gently hone  
A humble heart, this hallowed place.  
Lift up your gaze through soot and rain;  
Let contrite hands plant hope anew.  
For God still calls, through loss and pain—  
America, He calls to you.

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