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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sept. 11 God's Army
[time] => 2002-07-12 13:28:51
[hometext] => A Powerful Poem
Author Unknown – Sept. 11 God’s Army This is not my write, I gave it a name of God's Army. It has touched my heart and wanted to share this with all of you. I thought this poem to be beautiful. I want to give credit to the Author, but do not know them. IF anyone knows of the Author of this beautiful poem, please let me know. I hope you don't mind, just wanted this to be shared. Amber [bodytext] => It was late one Tuesday evening, before a mother could sit down, to tell her only child about the terror that hit downtown. She looked into the eyes of her son God, she loved him so, She felt her heart begin to break And the hurt begin to show. She gathered all her strength and courage, as her story she began to tell. "Baby don't cry, but I'm afraid daddy Might be under a building that fell." The boy looked back at his mother, His eyes made not one blink. And the mother's tears began to fall. What would her baby think? You see; his dad is a firefighter, and his hero from the day of his birth. He loved his dad more than anything else that could ever inherit this earth. The mother's head began to drop, Her forehead resting on palm. She thought her son would be upset. Instead, he was very calm. The boy leaned over towards his mom, and put his hand upon her head. In her ear he began to whisper, and this is what he said: "Mommy please don't cry, I knew daddy wasn't coming home. I talked to him just a while ago, but it wasn't on the phone. He told me that he loved me, and he promised we'd meet again. He told of his new home, and the job he was to begin." "God is building an army, and there are many angels needed. That is where daddy and the others went. They weren't all defeated." It was then; the mother lifted her head. The tears streamed down her face. And she could feel her husband's presence, as it filled her heart with grace. It was then she knew her son was right. He was in God's great army now. She also knew her son was safe, that he'd be kept from harm somehow. So, evildoers of the world beware. An army is on the way. Bolstered by new angels, who left the towers that day. Their commander has never been beaten. His power has never been matched, And if evil thinks He was almighty before... Well, the surface has just been scratched! GOD BLESS AMERICA !!!!! [comments] => 4 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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