"America under attack," is what I read;

"4,762 people missing", the newsman said.

With stressful tone I heard a mother cry,

"My son, my son, he was too young to die."

Tons of twisted steel beams heaped upon the ground,

Warped like the minds that brought the structure down.

Our Father has given us the power to rule.

All of this sadness from the sickness of one fool.

A father clasp his baby to his breast,

White milk stains were streaking down his vest.

"He needs his mother now," was all he said,

He did not have to say, his mother’s dead.

A little child was clinging to his knee,

Her future pain not there for us to see.

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We raise our hearts to heaven on this day,

And in unison we lift our voice to say,

This madman has challenged us to fight,

Lord, help us make decisions that are right.

Help us balance hope with integrity,

As we move ahead to keep America free.

I’m unable to meet my country’s call,

But I can be a watchman on the wall.

I can ask the Father for his power and grace,

To see his loving eyes in every face;

To shield our leaders from bitterness and pride,

And let them know we’re standing by their side.

Lord, guard our precious children as they face this fight,

And remind them that two wrongs won’t make a right.