Whatever You Decide

A woman stood in the street
Considering her options—

God was miraculously
Merciful, sparing her life

Amidst all this destruction,
Houses in all directions

Flattened by the tornado.
Just look at this pancaked car—

If she had been inside it,
She would have been crushed herself.

Or God was enraged by sin,
By the wickedness of Man,

And had sent this tornado
As a sign of his dire wrath

And of how bad things could get
If people didn’t repent.

Or God was responsible
For the wicked tornado,

Didn’t care who sinned, survived.
Or God wasn’t part of it.

She folded her arms. It was
By God’s grace she was alive.