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Courage and Hope

That September morning New York City was shimmering under a new sun, but soon that bustilng energy, sparkling in everyone's eyes, stopped to shine! Airplanes slammed into the North and South Towers, horrible screams pierced the smokey air; sirens wailing: the airborne enemy had stricken twice... to afflict death upon the innocent and frail! Whenever we look back, we don't see that empty space: the earth still violently shakes, and the sky swiftly turns dark and fierce... as they reach out to those helping hands of grace! Those who survived are immensely grateful to those brave ones who gave up their lives and call; those who died will be greatly rewarded by a just God, who blesses the good and cursed the wicked! Let's all remember what happened on that tragic day; and if we still shed tears and sorrow persists today, let's be glad that they paved the way for us... to make us aware of other imminent dangers!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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