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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I cannot believe what I see before my eyes, speechless as I read... too familiar is this scene, repeating once again, surreal as if I'm back in time... I once was near when the unthinkable happened, Columbine, flowering youths cut down in teen prime. I watched in horror as two souls entered, repeated over and over the media; what a circus, as stories began to break... I witnessed in my own back yard, as innocent lives vanished 'Why? What is the purpose, I did not know', I wept for each and every soul. And cried aloud "How can you be?" trying to avoid the repetitive media, over and over again... a christian channel offered me hope, and asked one simple thing. Fall to my knees, and ask HIM into my life, to do with what he will, surrender to his Grace and Mercy, My life changed that day, so many years ago Columbine Columbine.... we thought you were the last. As many of my peers in education stood, in terror, disbelief and anger of having no control. "Why? What is the purpose?" our innocent's, so young, so sweet, so worshiped by their families, so unforgivable this one unthinkable act . One woman weeping, I ask if she's alright... She looked at me and said, Someone's Christmas present is underneath a tree; it won't be opened on Christmas eve. Another walked up, and clobbered my arm..."What the hell is going on?" It's alright, if its what they need to do. God saved me, and humbled me...oh Columbine why? I can not say, nor will I try, for only God knows the master plan. But like with me that somber day, back in Columbine. I pray that someone far from God, was softened just enough... to fall to their knees and ask "God Please" enter my life tonight.... Let an awakening occur...one united universal voice ring out. No more bloodshed, no more death. Our children our the innocents and our future in them rests... To utter the words "I'm sorry" or "you're in my prayers' seems so hollow right now. By faith alone, I can only say...let the heavens open and radiant light shine down, on the simple all American place called Newtown..
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