My thoughts on when Jesus was born. From my book Ripples.
This is pure conjecture on my part. Just surmising.
I did do my homework on the astrology, but that doesn't prove
my premise to be true.
9/11
America is a place we would all love to go,
But on September 11th is was bombed by people we didn't know.
It may have been an ordinary Tuesday
People walking here and there
But on that dreadful day
People's lives were blown away.
Firemen, police and paramedics lost their lives
Just trying to do their job to survive.
People didn't know if their loved ones
We're alive or dead
Is this how the world should be?
Is this how the world will end?
People were still searching for survivors
Searching the whole town through
But many of us already know
Survivors were just a few.
The few who survived the bombing
The few who can tell the trauma to the end.
The dead were close family
Family as well as friends.
So let's put our hands together
And together we will pray
That nothing like this
Will never happen again.
So let us bless those who lost their lives
And give peace to those who survived.
My son sat down his children
To explain, a little bit,
About the day the Towers,
In 2001, were hit.
Their school sends daily messages
To watch upon a screen.
Today’s contained a reference
To what this date should mean.
My grandkids (5 and 7)
Never heard of this before.
Their father, very gently,
Opened up that looming door.
With just the bare essentials,
But the horror kept at bay,
He let them know that every year
We note this special day.
In time, they’ll learn the details
Which are seared into my brain
But for now, I’m glad their innocence
Will hopefully remain.
My God,
You call us to be faithful--
though we stumble, though I fall short,
do not turn a deaf ear to my prayer.
They came into our country cloaked in deceit,
striking down the innocent.
They took lives not theirs to take,
and now we go to shield the faultless,
while they return our goodness with vileness.
Let Satan chastise their cruelty.
When judgment comes, let the verdict be just.
Let punishment echo the grief they’ve stirred--
widows draped in black for every cur.
I praise You, Yahweh,
for You dwell always in my heart.
Let us not seek vengeance with our hands--
but let the Lord be our retribution.
Alesia Leach © 9/2001
The Year of September 11th
The year of September 11th
The year my mother died
The year the World and I
Both sat down and cried
The World, for all its tragedy
Its rubble and debris
I, for the mom who late at night
Once rocked me on her knee
The World it lives life different now
It’s cautious and afraid
I just don’t know how to live,
And so instead I pray.
What is hidden in your heart all these years later
Is there regret for what happened then
it feels like the world died that day
A world we knew and understood
Some of us have chosen to forget
Some have taken their own life full of despair
If tragedy struck again
Would we be prepared and save the world from dying
protect our families and neighbors any way we could
Would we hide in our homes and keep to ourselves
Or would we help again despite all that has passed
We have no answers now of course but think of it
The ones who passed that day had no chance to think or plan
The memory of every lost soul of that day shall never be forgotten
Today’s the day
When it all went down.
The pain and sorrow,
And the worlds big frown.
It shouldn’t have happened,
All those innocent people,
Who had to be there,
Now have God as their keeper.
It wasn’t their time to go.
I feel horrible for their families.
I just want to ask you,
To pray for them please.
The terrorists that did this
Will get what they deserve.
They’ll get Satan’s kiss!
They must be heartless
To even think of this!
There are people to thank
Like the firemen and cops,
And a lot of people gave blood.
Even if it was just drops.
When the towers got hit,
The world thought it was an accident.
No one would’ve guessed
That it was really terrorists.
So don’t forget this day.
Its part of our painful history.
It’ll be in the books.
But why it happened,
Will always be a mystery.
It was a day of tragedy
That will never be forgotten
The sight of falling tears
Explosions ringing in every ear
Seeing that first tower fall
Crumbling to ashes
And becoming nothing but dust
Everyone runs
Pushing, shoving, trampling
Trying to escape the horrific sight of what just happened
Everyone is in awe
And when it seemed like it couldn't get worse
The second tower falls
Burned to the ground
along with everyone inside
Thousands died
Thousands hurt
Who would've thought
September 11th would be the day
The terrorists rebelled and took over four planes
Only to hurt the U.S.
All because the wanted revenge
After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack
America now mourns to her very core.
Though soon her enemies shall all but flee
From the sound of America waging full war.
Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all,
That the devil has decided to give us a call.
We shall defeat hell’s soldiers and cast them out
And if we die; that's what freedom is about.
We shall seek them out wherever they may hide,
Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave.
They will be eradicated from the face of the earth
By the righteous, the loyal and the brave.
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