Where's the Lamb
Like any other morning, in New York City. Sept. 11 would rain down in memory of
a day that trajecially wasn't very pretty. Like any other morning were live well over
6 million peoples, and before many would awake and be about their daily routine,
the World Trade Center is crash into by airplane's. Folk's began jumping for their
live's and for miles and on, one could hear their scream. And many firemen's and
police officers will sadly loose their life right on the sceen as they attempt to help
the injured. As the building start's to crumple I hear a lady crying very emotionally.
"Where's the Lamb", "why would God allow this to happen".
How defentically whenever trajic strike's as such as what unfolds before our own eye's,
the topic of conversation turns on blame and shame. Still the Great I AM, assures the
emotion that there's no need to worry about the "Lamb". Not to be discontented, the
truth of the mayhem shall be reprimented. He's smiling bright and sunny that emotio-
nal morning as the question come forth from the lip's of the hurt and from family mem-
bers who lost more than anyone can imagion. (many still call-on the "Great I Am")
Yes ground zero produce countless hero's and no need to blame the drama and no
need to not be concern, the joy of getting on and getting up again lie's on the stren-
gth of all who believe's on the "Lamb".
Copyright © John Streeter | Year Posted 2009
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