In Remembrance of 9/11/2001

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This is a poem I wrote on the anniversary of the day the Towers fell in New York City. GOD’S TEARS Have you ever thought about God’s Tears? He cried on September 11, 2001 People from every walk of life suddenly sought God For the first time the ACLU took a back seat to prayer We didn’t ask Congress if we could pray we just did Why Because it was the day God cried America Land of the free Home of the brave Our freedoms were in question And heroes were born in a day Ordinary people doing extraordinary things Reaching out to people they never knew To defend a God they didn’t know And God cried In New York City, Washington D.C., and a field in Pennsylvania Across our land terrorism now haunts our shores We declared war They declared a holy war Let freedom ring has been our cry But what price-freedom And God cried America is no stranger to battles for freedom We fought before against tyranny Did we forget the lessons of our past? Have we forgotten why we are a nation God protects Why we proclaim freedom and justice for all America has fought many battles, but never for God This is something new America stands for freedom But at what cost And God cried God is the God of the fatherless, and the widow He’s mercy justice and forgiveness all in one Love your neighbor as you love yourself And we did that day We took care of our fellowman We wiped the tears Looked for loved ones Helped on food lines Gave blood We hugged, cried, mourned and said our good-byes And God cried Days and weeks of media coverage Glued to our TV’s and radio’s Looking for answers Newsmen choked on the pictures words could not describe It wasn’t ‘Goodnight until Tomorrow’ It was ‘We’ll be back tomorrow if God is willing’ The flag unfurled Moments of silence Last words of love Candles in the darkness And God cried God bless America rang out from shore to shore Prayer services Churches were filled Flags were waved Red white and blue was seen everywhere Tee shirts Bumper Stickers Compassion Family Friends Unity And God cried He said He would walk with us through every storm He would dry our tears And calm our fears If we would but call on His name With outstretched arms He welcomed our loved ones home I’m proud to be an American To live where freedom reigns As long as we don’t bow to injustice and tyranny We will always be free And we cried 12 September 2002, Valerie Jean Routhieaux