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Created on: December 01, 2009 Last Updated: December 02, 2009
AMERICA: THE LAND THAT WE LOVE
Building crumbled to the ground, hearts broken in two
Cities scrambling all around not knowing what to do.
Planes exploding into a mass of fire, people trying to flee
Skies filled with clouds of smoke and grounds flooded with debris.
Tears flowing like the river, sirens screaming about
Reporters pushing their way through, seeing what they can find out.
Firefighters and policemen rushing in risking their lives
Instant orphaned children and widowed husbands and wives.
Airplanes are all grounded, amusement parks and sports shut down
America at a standstill with an emptiness all around.
Panic sweeping the nation along with fear and shock
Americans trying to pull together, rescue missions working around the clock.
Thousands of people giving their blood, sitting in lines for hours
Showing their support nationwide and reminding us of our power.
Volunteers giving their time churches gathering for prayer
Medical assistance and other aids are out there showing they care.
Wave your flags America and let's all pray together
We will rebuild our nation and we'll be stronger than ever.
God bless America, this Land of the Free
And God please bless these victims and all their families.
God bless our children, too young to understand
And God bless our government to approach this with the right plan.
God bless our emotions that we react in the right way
God bless us all to learn to face today.
God bless our volunteers and all the time they give
God bless the injured to keep the desire to live.
God bless our enemy and the anger America has gained
And God whatever you do, please take away this pain!
God, as you're looking down on us from Heaven above
Please bless America - this land we dearly love.
Amen
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