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Tuesday, June 21, 2022

911

 
                “God, I gotta get out of here!”
                Panic runs rampant in my mind
                Something happened moments ago
                Smoke’s so thick I’m nearly blind

                Struggling to the nearest stairway
                I join a frantic, frenzied mob
                “Does anyone know what happened?”
                So many ask through their sobs

                The little man in the wheelchair
                As God tugs gently at my heart
                Sunday, Pastor preached on serving
                My conscience says do your part

                Struggling upwards, I find him
                And gently lift him from his chair
                Trembling, crying, he sobs “Thank You”
                Again I start down those stairs

                Lights are probing from below
                It seems that help is very near
                Quietness settles over the crowd
                Relief helps to calm their fears

                “Oh! No! What is happening now”?
                As the building shudders and sways
                “Dear God, Am I coming home
                On this tragic September day?”

                “For if I am, please welcome me”
                And hold me in your arms”
                “For I have done what I could
                To protect someone from harm”

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