One silent night,
In some beautiful country.
As they dream of a beautiful morrow,
Something crawled harshly from a great ocean.
It erupted out mercilessly,
Like a massive volcano.
It wiped away everything,
That came by its way.
It coerced all to run,
And cry for dear life.
So intense was it,
Surpassing a great earthquake.
That many ears in the globe heard,
And heeded to loud wailings;
Voices of the helpless inhabitants,
Crying and calling for aid.
Many good Samaritans,
Opened palms to give a hand.
That was the devastating Tsunami in South Asia.
Today as I write,
Something great is crawling fast in the globe.
Spreading rapidly like wild fire,
To any Tom, Dick and Harry.
Striking almost everyone,
More than a sharp two-edged sword could.
Many souls are running fast,
To seek mercy from Jesus.
So high is its magnitude,
Surpassing a massive earthquake,
That every ear in the world,
Has heard about it,
And a lot of hands,
Have been stretched to it.
That is the mighty word Of God being preached;
Spreading wings to all corners.
Many lost souls are coming to God.