EACH NEW SUNRISE
If we are Blessed to see each new sunrise,
we have more than thousands who never will;
or even thousands more,
who grieve for loved one's lost
in this senseless tragedy.
A weary world mourns.
Tears are endlessly flowing;
if only they could wash away the disbelief,
the horror, the pain.
If only they could wash the world - new again.
If we are Blessed to see each new sunrise,
will humanity finally get it right;
to find there is no need for warring nations,
there is no need to fight.
A weary world mourns,
for deeds that have been done,
for people left in numbing shock,
for a Great Nation that is standing as ONE.
If we are Blessed to see each new sunrise,
we have the chance for HOPE,
for the right to pray as each believes,
for the Healing of the World.
A weary world mourns.
Endless weeping, tears that flow;
for orphans, for widowers, for widows,
for dear friends,
left clinging to cherished memories;
for a shocked world,
TO SET ITSELF FREE.
In memory of the victims of September 11, 2001
God Help Us All
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SHHHHH!
This is what is wrong with the world;
everyone is talking at once,
and no one is listening;
to the uplifted voices,
pleading for Peace.
SHHHHH!
Everyone is talking at once,
and no one is listening;
while the plea for Peace waits to be louder;
loud enough to drown out all other sounds,
especially the sounds of war.
