THE CALL OF THE MIGHTY CHILD
To our children beyond 9/11/01

Our years in numbers few, the world expanse still great.
We walk in the shadow of our Elders, with no comprehension of our fate.
Though still small in stature are we, our emotions yet unjaded.
Not too long from our Maker's lap. Our innocence and trust unfaded.
Through great tragedy we will rise. As upon the wings of angels soar!
Amidst the uncertainty of evil, we will know not of impending doom.
We hold no burden of prejudice nor hate, we carry no baggage of phobia or fear.
Our years too few to be compromised. For we know, and are able to hear.
The comfort of our God. His promises to our generation; prevail.
For we are the mighty children of YOUR world.
Our tiny voices roar in unison without fail.
For in our youth and purity,
our Prayers are held in Holy reverence. Through Mighty Unity!

Psalm 119