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Hope in the Harbor |
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She stood in the harbor's morning light And saw the planes fly by. She watched them plunge into towers of steel As flames leaped toward the sky. She listened through thunderous crashing and booms And heard our people cry. Yet, still, the Statue of Liberty Held the symbol of freedom high. We watch the story unfold on the news As helpers continue to try; We hope for the best as they struggle to dig Before any survivors may die. We listen to news anchors looking for details Through hundreds of expert's eyes. And, still, the Statue of Liberty Holds the symbol of freedom high. As we gather our children around us and listen To questions of how and why, As we ponder the reasons that they'll comprehend And begin with a heavy sigh, We can tell them the truth, that our comfort and strength Come from knowing that God is nigh; And that, still, the Statue of Liberty Holds the symbol of freedom high.
© Copyright 2001 LuAnn Strine Phillips. All rights reserved. |
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