THE CALL OF THE MIGHTY CHILD
To our children beyond 9/11/01
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Our years in numbers few, the world expanse
still great. Psalm 119
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!
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