One Sunday, a plane crashes into a residential building killing all on board and a number on ground...a day Nigerians are not to forget so soon

Father, Thank you…even in this we thank You

It could have been worse so we're grateful

We dare not question You

We just ask that you help us here

 The country mourns…

 Schoolmates mourn…

Families mourn…

It was sudden..it was fast…we hope it was painless

The news…the prayers…the shock...the outbursts

For their loved ones, The Grief…Father…the grief

Some got to say goodbye..some got to get that last hug

Others wish they went to the airport too…or didn't have that fight

Some lost one, some lost all (Father, Hold these ones in Your Hands and be theirs)

There're different reactions…..different regrets…different pains

But there's that one pain…dat sharp pain deep inside…that one dat quadruples when they

wake up in the morning and remember…that one all will feel

There Lord…where our hands cannot reach…our words cannot soothe…our love might not heal, Father, touch them

Then Father, when this news gets cold..and attentions wanes…when relatives have to return…and display pictures change...When the nation moves on

Then,

when that Widower finally cries… and those parents dining see the empty seats

When that mother's breasts starts to ache…and that fiancé has to return those rings

Then Lord, we'll need you most…for them...so they know they are not alone

They will be weak..Father be their strength

They will be angry with You, please Father, still, be there

Be their stay…their hope…their rest

Father, please be their everything till this is over

But we know that for them, this will never be

So Father, we ask that You be with them forever..

Thank you Father

This we pray in Jesus' Name

Amen