When Billows Blow

A poem for the rededication of St. John's Lutheran Church after the November 17, 2013 tornado

When billows blow and dark winds howl

When whirlwinds and cyclones scowl

The young, the old, the timid the bold,

Are all alike as hope grows cold

It was Sunday, November, you recall,

That brought violent weather for the fall

Remember that morning, what could be better?

Baptism and communion—the Lutheran double header!

But worship was over and people departed

That’s about when the trouble all started

The storm quickly turned joy into sorrow

We wondered what would be left standing tomorrow

With storms like this, we remember days past

We’ve become accustom to such a deadly blast

Twice before the village was reduced to sticks

Nineteen ought seven and eighteen ninety-six

The dark wind struck, the storm bared down,

How many would be dead?

The storm went north, it missed our town,

God hit His house instead.

Before the stones could finish falling

God’s people began to answer the calling

You are God’s house of living stones

A truth that you know way down in your bones

You came with your truck, backhoe, and tractor

Red, yellow, orange, or green it wasn’t a factor

You came with fried chicken, casseroles and pies

Folks always came in to a tasty surprise

You picked up debris across country side and fields

You helped the farmers protect their yields 

You were there for the broken, crushed, and frustrated

You shared Christ’s hope that makes us elated

Now that the stones are all back in their place,

And we’ve gathered for worship again in this space

A challenge I’ll offer, if I may be so bold,

A challenge that comes to you—twofold

You did it, you loved God and served your neighbor

You showed with your work and your labor

How will you love now that news trucks are gone?

And the governor’s not standing out on the church lawn?

It’s still true for you, the washing with water

That’s where God made you His son or His daughter

Why wouldn’t you come, each time you are able

To receive forgiveness at the Lord’s Table?

So when billows blow and dark winds howl

When whirlwinds and cyclones begin their scowl

Remember God’s mercy, you’ll know what to do,

Share the message of the cross, what Christ’s done for you.