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They escaped the waves, and survived the storms;
So many of their friends, colleagues, loved ones, didn't.
Wondering why they are still alive while others are not,
Guilt rains around, Confusion reigns all over.
They say: "Why them? Why not us? Why God?"
Questions mount about life;
Seeking answers about the dead, the dying, and the disaster.
Many questions, few answers.
What is the meaning of it all?
Why must the super typhoon even exist?
Is there a God?
Like Job, we cannot understand the calamity that befall Tacloban.
We can only wait for help.
We can only look for hope.
We can only hope for light.
O Lord, help Tacloban.
O Lord, do not make the needy wait too long.
O Lord, help the rest of us remember the survivors in prayer.
Enable us to help whatever we can.
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