ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Hidden in the ashes, trampled by the steel,
Lay the sons and daughters of that day,
In the years that follow, our hearts may never heal,
We mourn their loss – We try to deal –
We turn to God and pray,
Freedom was taken, terror stole our soul,
But America was built for more than this,
Strong hearts united, with a mutual goal,
Rebuilding, renewing, restoring the mess,
This day is not forgotten. It’s seared upon our souls,
We put our faith in God’s eternal care,
We trust in His salvation, we know he mends the holes
That come from the destruction in the air,
Our hearts must stay united, no matter how we feel,
We look beyond the prejudice and fears,
Our only hope is Jesus, the only one who heals,
He erases all our sorrows and wipes away our tears.
Very nice. Sweet yet sullen
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Thank you, Joseph. The entire event was bittersweet, because we were once again drawn together as a nation – we respected our country, but still we remained watchful, suspicious and diligent. It should’ve been more of a wakeup call for us.
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I am sorry I am behind and missed this the day you wrote it, Kathy. Well said. Jesus is exactly the solution to the problem. The problem is sin, and Jesus is the cure.
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