This page is in memory to all those who were killed in South Asia on 12/26/2004.  This poem is dedicated to the children.

Light a candle, say a prayer:
Let them know that God is there.
Suffering and death isn't what it seems--
Look beneath, God has set them free!

As humans, we don't see and we don't understand--
Even tragedy is the moving of God's Holy Hand.
"Why the children?" all of us ask,
But we wouldn't understand the answer--
And in this silence, He sees their suffering
Would be greater.

While death is nothing to rejoice
Their liberation certainly is,
God called them home to the heaven
That is only His.

"So mourn not, my children, these were
Called home this day, they are safe
And they are happy, in my heaven
In which they play."

"So rise up, be strong,
Rebuild what was torn down--
Rising from the ashes,
Your strength will be your crown.
All things happen for a reason,
This one fact is always true:
But fear not my children,
For I am always with you."

� Dreamwork Designs - 2003