Nine Eleven Pondered

A flash of silver, in the sky,
Strikes the building, many die,
Rescuers died, trying to save the day;
That Hate lives on; many more still pay.
Maranatha, Lord Jesus

Nine Eleven Pondered
By Arley Steinhour 082213

Soon comes date, 'Nine, Eleven,'
Of Ill-begotten, Infamous claim,
A date that we have striven,
To remember by that given name.

The day that ever-so many,
Were sentenced, to horrible death,
By Seventeen people, hardly any,
Causing so many to breath a last breath.

A few, Crying out, to an unholy name,
Of which, made them feel that way,
Achieving, instant, and ill-gotten fame,
They, too, paid Death's price, that day.

Thousands, numbering in mortal death,
As a few cheered in the street,
Chanters, singing with happy breath,
Loving Carnage, so complete.

Twelve years of War, mostly, 'Over there,'
With most Nations, death's been shared,
Through believers, in an infamous faith,
War with all, Jew and Christian most-paired.

A Plus, that creates Irony,
They war, without peaceful relief,
Within, they have no harmony,
Like Plague, their faith brings on Grief.

Truth is Truth, and Lies are Lies,
Until, Holy Challenger's fire arrives,
Truth shines through, before God's Eyes,
Lies, burn like chaff, and completely Dies.

In Jesus, the Christ, please open your heart,
He has already purchased your Sin,
As the Church, His Bride, we have a part,
Eternally Blessed, God's Family; We WIN.

AMEN