9.11.01 ~ A Child's Prayer

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Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
for in the sky I saw a plane
and worried when it took its aim.

I saw the news that made me think
how fast things change in just a blink.
The plane was big up in the sky.
I used to love to watch them fly,

But then it hit the big, white tower
a little bit before the hour.
I saw the glass, the fire, the smoke
and thought at first it was a joke.

A second plane would prove the worst
and crashed along what was the first.
Men and women began to cry;
I knew someone just must have died.

Firemen came from all around;
Policemen helped those on the ground.
There was nothing else that they could do
when the fire grew and the floors withdrew.

Then those towers that glowed with fire
started to shake and soon grew tired.
The floors came tumbling down so fast
there was no way to clear the blast.

My mom has cried ever since that day;
she just can't find the words to say
that dad was lost with all the rest
his plane trip was an evil test.

So bless us Lord and all the kids
who've ended up just like I did ~
with one less parent to hug and kiss
and future plans we now will miss. . .

and bless the lives of those who came
to help those out amidst the flames
but ended up just like my dad
who lost the life that they once had.

I'll love my mom and make her see
that her life now is just with me.
I know my dad will be right here
to hold our hands thru all we fear.

He'll be around for all I do
in my thoughts and dreams, and my prayers to You
I sure will miss his smiling face
but I know he's in a better place

. . .where people don't try to make you hurt
. . .where hearts don't break and turn to dirt
. . .where terror doesn't have a home
. . .where the devil doesn't have a throne

Please bless us Lord when we strike back
against the ones who made the attack
and know that we must make a stand
to those who broke apart Your land.

Bless my home and mend our hearts
send hope and love that's now torn apart.
I know my dad will be alright;
he sleeps in heaven with You tonight.

Bless this world that I have known;
let there be peace when I am grown.
Thank you God for the time to pray
and for listening to the words I say

So now I lay me down to sleep
I'll close my eyes and softly weep
and dream of what I want to be
alive, in love, with a family.
~Amy M. Thorpe

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