When The Planes Hit
By,
Jonathan Martin
The planes hit, the towers fell,
Hundreds of souls now bound in hell.
No one expected, some couldn't believe,
Many cried to God, others tried to flee.
Fires in Washington, smoke in Manhattan,
Millions of people wondering, "Whats next to happen?"
Some want to grieve, others want to attack,
One thing we hold in common, we all want them back.
Some look to the President, for calmness and peace,
Many are praying, wanting the terror to cease.
We as Christians know that God had this planned,
All that was done was allowed by His hand.
Whenever you worry, if ever you fear,
He will never forsake you, He holds us all dear.
That day will go down in history for sure,
But be ready for Jesus, He stands at the door.
COPYRIGHT 2001
By,
Jonathan Martin
The planes hit, the towers fell,
Hundreds of souls now bound in hell.
No one expected, some couldn't believe,
Many cried to God, others tried to flee.
Fires in Washington, smoke in Manhattan,
Millions of people wondering, "Whats next to happen?"
Some want to grieve, others want to attack,
One thing we hold in common, we all want them back.
Some look to the President, for calmness and peace,
Many are praying, wanting the terror to cease.
We as Christians know that God had this planned,
All that was done was allowed by His hand.
Whenever you worry, if ever you fear,
He will never forsake you, He holds us all dear.
That day will go down in history for sure,
But be ready for Jesus, He stands at the door.
COPYRIGHT 2001
2 comments:
Jonny, I didn't write that "rennet" article. I edited that post to make that clear. Your poem is moving. It helps me deal with that day.
Hey You! I think you should update ;) But anyway, that is an excelent poem. You are such a talented young man and I'm glad to know you! Praying for you sweetie :)
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