Wake Up America and Never Forget!
A season of Return 911 Poem
There was a Cross at the very bottom
A sign from Our Lord, not forgotten
Relent and turn, come back to Me
Oh I will pardon, and you shall see
My Grace, My Love, poured out for her
I called you forth I caused your birth
A mighty Nation, a mighty Land
Full of liberty formed by My Hand
Turn back to My ways, and seek My Face
To a time that was simple and to the place
When you walked in agreement with My word
And other ways you considered absurd
You are sons/daughters my friends not servants
The blessing is yours, remember your Covenant.
Laurette Laster 9/11/17 ©
I wrote this poem 2 years ago. This is the actual Cross that was found at ground zero.
When a rescue worker cried out, “God where are You in all of this?” A beam of sunlight fell on the broken beam that was in the shape of the Cross, and he knew he had heard from God. This Cross has been relocated to the Memorial Museum.
As Greg and I stood looking at this Cross, in the 911 Memorial Museum in New York, at Ground Zero, you can still feel that powerful message.
I brought home a book marker ribbon from St. Paul’s church, that I keep in my bible to remind me of the attack on our Nation, and all those who lost their lives and the families that were forever changed this day in 2001. St. Paul’s is the church where the rescue workers slept or collapsed after working tirelessly. There is a holy awe that fills the walls of the church.
18 years ago an alarm sounded. Wake Up America and Never Forget!
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