The World Trade Center's Call To America
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I wrote this on 911 - the day that they World Trade Center's towers
were destroyed in New York City. I sent a copy of this to President
George W. Bush and received a thank you back from him with a
letter and a signed picture. But, that is not the point of the poem,
recognition, the point of the poem is that our country is still in
grave danger of being judged by God Almighty for our "SIN"
The World Trade Center’s Call to America
Nervously this worker was running late he knew
taking his baby to their designated pre-school
then as he arrived on this tragic scene
he was not prepared for what he was about to view.
His co-workers in the towers were working at a fevered pitch
at the pile of papers which sat on their desk
a sudden jerking of the building by them went unnoticed
for they could have not comprehended this out of the ordinary day of work or much less.
It had happened so suddenly
one plane struck – but then, oh my God there were two
and the towers which from the 60’s were deemed a landmark
suddenly tumbled down to ground zero so, now what must we do?
As these two symbols of America’s freedom crumbled by impact, and a jet fueled fire caused wreckage to cover much of Manhattans’ exclusive ground
we see a rise of patriotism with our flag flying high along
with God’s precious name all now seen to abound.
There were some who were panicked by the fire
and troubled so deep by such intense fear
who jumped through an opening in the building
a refuge beyond these shambles they thought it seemed in their minds to be so clear.
Others once again cheated death
while sending shock waves through their minds
if it were me, they ask themselves, “Am I ready to face this Holy God
on His terms and His chosen time”?
Yes, revival is coming to our blessed and great land it is true
but, what kind of price tag will it be
no God did not send this destruction on us
but, it is America’s wake up time for you and for me.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
September 11, 2001
Copyright © Marilyn S Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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