This is a prophetic poem I was given before 9/11.
Old Glory
Birds fly and flags blow and we all see
But do not want to know.
Hurricane, tornado, fire, and hail,
The winds that blow no mercy show.
"My God, my God, why have You forsaken me."
And God replies: It is not I but you
who have forsaken Me.
You have not said, come back.
We do not need You, You may go.
We are well cared for and fed.
There are no tears upon your bed.
We are but men, can we not see
our need of You, to keep us free?
Is it to late? God please wait.
My mind cannot conceive our fate.
Firds fly and flags blow.
We do not want to see Your glory go.
Memorial Day 1999
2006-12-01
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