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 Sept 11--I Was There

                 Sandy Dickson

You say you won't forget where you were
When you heard the news of 9-11,
But you often wonder where I was,
Asking if I was asleep in heaven.

No, My child, just as you won't forget
Where you were, I won't forget where I was.
You have your reasons to remember,
Nor can I forget My whereabouts because--

I was there on the 110th floor,
In a smoke-filled room with a man there,
Who called his wife to tell her good-bye
And be steady while he said a prayer.

I helped him dial for his one last call,
To say, Honey, I won't be home tonight,
But I'm ready to go and I love you,
And I know all's going to be alright'.

I was with the wife when she got the call,
I held her up as she heard the words,
And tried so hard to grasp their meaning,
He wouldn't be back to the suburbs.

I was in the stairwell on that day,
When I heard people cry out for guidance,
Even though I'd been knocking for years
At the doors of some hearts where I met defiance.

Of course I'll show the way,I assured,
As they choked their way through the ash and smoke,
Only just believe in Me now, I said,
For I am the Christ, the way and the hope.

I was at the base of that building
With the Priest, who was ministering there.
I took Him home to tend His flock here,
When he called to Me concerned and despaired.

I was on the commandeered airplanes,
With each in every seat, through each prayer then.
I was in the hearts of the believers
Assuring them their faith had saved them.

I was with you when you heard the news,
Did you sense My presence there that day?
I want you to know I saw every face.
I knew every name and there I stayed.

Though not all knew Me, some met Me
For the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me as they drew their last breath
Even though, throughout their lives, they ignored.

Some couldn't hear Me calling to them--
Through smoke and flames I said, 'Come to Me.
Take My hand, I'm your way', I implored,
But in their panic, they still couldn't see.

 I did not place them in the Tower that day
And though I know it's hard to understand
There are things you never will, but I do
As many things of both you and this land.

If you'd been in that explosive moment,
Would you have reached for Me in the confusion?
Would you have believed I'd show you the way,
Or would you have felt I'm an illusion?

9-11 didn't end your journey,
As was the case for so many that day,
But when your journey ends, I'll be there too,
And with open arms, I'll show the way.

But I beckon; seek Me now, while there's time,
While you've clarity and presence of mind.
Then, at any moment, you're ready,
And I'll always be where you can find,

In times of peace or in a crisis,
In the landings of your every stair,
Through your triumphs and your tragedies,
I'll be there, oh yes-- I'll indeed be there.

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