UNTITLED by Janet Muhm
This was written by one of our volunteers. To me, this best describes serving in New Orleans today:
We never met before today
But when I saw your face
I felt sure that I knew you
In another time and place
You looked so worn and weathered
Your wrought iron rotted through
And the jazz you played in the streets for me
Was now bluer than blue
The fortresses along your shores
Were brought down to their knees
As the winds picked up and the waters rushed
With twisted limbs of trees
But with beads and bangles scattered
And your champions laid low
That was when I saw
the real "you" begin to show
The scientists said, "go away"
The skeptics shook their heads
But you rebuilt with with hope and faith
What they gave up for dead
Now I know God picks his prophets
From among the poor and lame
And I feel I've seen the lowly place
Where the Savior Jesus came
And he still calls on the least of these
to deliver His message of grace
For that's what I found, New Orleans,
Today when I saw your face