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God Bless America
by Irving Berlin
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer. "
God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home.
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The Day America Cried (Jim Peterik/Johnny VanZant)
In the shadow of the Statue of Liberty
In the torch light of the land of the free
Lies the burning wreckage of our Fathers' dream
And the souls who've paid with their lives
A nation saw evil in September skies
By some faceless coward who'll soon pay the price
For challenging the towers of American pride
The Day America Cried
Why, why, why, oh why
CHORUS:
And now we stand as one
As flags are raised to hail our heroes
And now the healing starts
We join our hearts to remember all who have died
The Day America Cried
BRIDGE:
Now as a calm falls on the skyline
Now as the smoke reveals the sun
Still the fires burn in our memory
This date is etched forever, nine-one-one
At the alter of the chapel of liberty
We light a candle for eternity
And pray that history will never repeat
The Day America Cried
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I Was There
(also known as) "Silent Night 911" or "The God Song"
Author: Stacey Randall Composer: Justin Copeland
God said "I Was Everywhere That Day."
You say you will never forget where you were
when you heard the news on September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say "Good-Bye."
I held his fingers steady as he dialed.
I gave him the peace to say,
"Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK... I am ready to go."
I was with his wife when he called
as she fed breakfast to their children.
I held her up as she tried to understand his words
and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor
when a woman cried out to Me for help.
"I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said.
"Of course I will show you the way home - only believe in Me now."
I was at the base of the building
with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven.
He heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes,
in every seat, with every prayer.
I was with the crew as they were overtaken.
I was in the very hearts of the believers there,
comforting and assuring them that their faith had saved them.
I was in Texas, Kansas, London.
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face.
I knew every name - though not all knew Me.
Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames;
"Come to Me... this way... take my hand."
Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day.
You may not know why, but I do.
However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time,
would you have reached for Me?
September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you.
But someday your journey will end.
And I will be there for you as well.
Seek Me now while I may be found.
Then, when at any moment, you know you are "ready to go."
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.
God
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