Nine Eleven

Dear God in Heaven, oh precious One,
Hear the Prayers of an American son
A tragedy has struck, and sent many Your way,
Oh Lord, please see they have a pleasant stay
I can't understand the reasons why,
That some will live, and some must die
I trust the fact that it's part of Your plan,
Yet I grieve, for I, am merely a man
America is hurting, and we need Your Love,
We need Your blessing from the Heavens above
We need divine wisdom, while trying to cope,
Please give us a reason, send us some hope
And for all of those, that I hold dear,
I fall on my knees, and I shed a tear
And I shout out loud, to the Heavens above,
And I ask that You give them all Your Love
Bless America, for it needs You today,
It's the greatest country, of this I pray
For no matter how long I may walk this Earth,
Being American, has given my life its worth