I Remember...911

Psalms 27: 1-2 The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.

I Remember

I remember like it was yesterday

The sky was solemn firm in gray

Soot it landed on the ground

No planes were heard; nary a sound.

Cars all paused in their ride

Time had stopped the nation died.

Silence covered all the land

Tears were counted like grains of sand.

Imagine hate quieting states

Forks were dropped onto their plates

Terrified by images seen

All seemed lost, nothing to glean.

Out of the ashes there arose

Sounds of life among the woes

Panic tried to break us down

Sorrow lifted from the ground.

Stories of heroes losing their life;

A husband, a child, a working wife.

Set in stone, we grieve, we mourn

But beyond the hate, a child was born.

Amazing how hate breeds hate

While love it opens a heavenly gate.

Out of the fear a nation rose

To show that LOVE has eased the blows.

The end is near; the time is nigh

To put hate aside and learn to fly.

Embrace the world God placed in your heart

There lies the secret of a promising start.

© Joni Zipp

Written this day: Sept 11, 2014

Pss. 27:13-14 I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.

The Valley

Job 21: 33 The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, and every man shall draw after him, as there are innumerable before him.

The Valley

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I’m living in a valley

an emptiness in my soul.

A wicked web of deceit

through trust that you stole.

Lies are the breadcrumbs

I’m expected to gobble down.

The valley has an echo;

the hills they wear a frown.

Deep in the valley

too few have come to see.

It’s where I walk hand-in-hand

with my Savior beside me.

Alone I walk the valley

I shall never fear

for it is God who whispers

right in my very ear.

I’m told of all the beauty

that will come to be.

Left behind is the valley

as Heaven welcomes me.

Isa. 7: 19 And they shall come, and shall rest all of them in the desolate valleys, and in the holes of the rocks, and upon all thorns, and upon all bushes.

Isa. 22: 5 For it is a day of trouble, and of treading down, and of perplexity by the Lord GOD of hosts in the valley of vision, breaking down the walls, and of crying to the mountains. [7] And it shall come to pass, that thy choicest valleys shall be full of chariots, and the horsemen shall set themselves in array at the gate.