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2002-09-08

I wrote this poem, in shock, the day of the events. I consider it a gift from God to have written it, as I have no power over words such as this.


You are just...

We make this journey, through a life so hard, we turn to You in pain;
As we live out the horror, that's entered our lives, that never will be the same.

We watched our friends, and loved ones fall, crushed by the evil deeds;
By those misguided, who live apart, from Your Son whom everyone needs.

And sadness rings, throughout the land, as we turn ours eyes to You;
For faithful You are, our Saviour and Lord, so trust in You we do.

For in Your knowledge, of all we do, You're watching over us;
Those wrapped up, in sin and death, most Holy You are and just.

And while the bad, still reigns on earth, You remind us now and then;
That home were not, and perfect wont be, until you come again.

To witness then, Your millenial reign, as You call us to Your side;
For we shared with others, Christ's power and love, with the Holy Spirit inside.

And those be martyred, in Your Name we pray, their souls are never alone;
That under the wings, of angels You sent, to Heaven you called them home.

And justice be dealt, by only Your hand, they get their just rewards;
The ones who rejected, the Son's sacrifice, it's Hell they all look towards.

But those of faith, who share the rest, we find in Christ today;
Will live forever, and cleansed by the blood, of Christ to whom we pray.

Larry Ganz (c) 9/11/2001