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In Our Dark Hour
9/11/2001
By Anna Alexander
My tears won’t come
though they lay just beneath
the ducts are plugged
with pain and hurt and grief
for those whose last minutes
were spent in agonized surprise
how could it happen here? and why?
Some ask how
could God allow this to be
it was not God who flew
the planes and delivered
those souls to Him for eternity
He gave man free will
He did not make them toys
To be moved about
at his pleasure
He pardons us for the abuse
of his free will gift
He holds our bleeding hearts
We find ourselves
looking upward
knowing His help
will be there in our dark hour
anna alexander 9/17/2001 © |
